Non, not at all! If you are kind to nature, nature will be kind back to you.

[she says it so simply, like it's common sense that everyone should know. her smile as serene as always, she taps henri's claw, then runs her finger along its shell the same way she would with a more traditional domesticated animal. seemingly pleased, the little crab scuttles out of sanson's hair and onto marie's arm; unsurprisingly, it comfortably takes its place on her other pigtail.

with that emergency (?) taken care of, she digs her hands into the sand to feel around for sanson's arms. when she brushes her fingers against them, she begins to pull and tug with a sudden burst of urgency.]

Now, Sanson—get up, please! We have to fix the castle before the children come back to see it ruined!