[Jetshard sighs, batting absently at one that's drifting too close, which of course does nothing to change the jelly's trajectory and in fact just brings her into contact with it sooner. She frowns, shaking her head as if that's going to clear it of the brief flash of mild amusement that accompanies the touch of the jellyfish.] I'm not sure. They seem to be some kind of... disembodied moods or something.
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