Tobias watched as Yrsula dropped the ropes she had in her hands as she abandoned them and instead opted to shake her fingers and let out a hiss.
"What? What is it?" He inquired without a shred of actual care. He was merely curious.
She frowned and looked up at him. "My fingers are sore - and I have a splinter in my skin from the hemp this is made out of. It's really rough..."
He took her words as a complaint, and sighed hard as though she had asked him to gather the moon. "Well if you want it to be able to drag across the bottom of the sea, then it needs to be...and don't skimp on how you tie them. Should I teach you how to do it again?"
The sneer Yrsula shot at him was nasty and she rolled her eyes. "No. I just need something that can pull this sharp shred out of my finger."
Unimpressed, Tobias rolled his eyes and gruffly 'advised' her. "Just ignore it. It can't be that hard."
