Manabu lets her take the lead, swimming out of the lower deck a distance after her, lingering at level with the upper deck and looking around - really looking around. How long ago...did this vessel sink? Where did it come from? What other shores did it see? Who manned it? Where they natives, or like him and Vira-Lorr...?

Much to question, but so few answers to go around. Glimpses of fish passing by catch his eye in the peripheral and shake him out of that brief trance of thought.

He'd sigh, but...underwater, it's weird enough to be down here without an apparatus. Oh, well.

He follows the shape of Vira-Lorr to the surface, satchel heavy and weighted with the spoils of their search.