Predict raised an eyebrow as Fero'hart walked into his atelier, his fur still slightly damp and muddy footprints trailing behind him, dirtying the previously sparkly clean wooden floors. The Tsabhua must have only just come back from another diving expedition, and likely hadn't had the chance to clean off yet. Still, Predict couldn't help but be annoyed- he had *just* finished cleaning that!

"Anything I can help you with?" he said, and it was clear that Fero'hart had heard the annoyance in the Belemoid's voice. "Ah- I'm so sorry I didn't notice-" Preict waved him off. He'd deal with it later. "Don't mind it. You must've come here for a reason, right?"

Fero'hart seemed a bit hesitant now. "So you know how we've been diving in the bunkers, right?" He said carefully. Predict nodded. "Glad you all are doing that work- I would hate to have to get involved, you know?" Fero nodded.

Not a lot of Xunari in the colony had wanted to join on the expeditions- especially after Woodland had told everyone about the giant bugs all over the bunker. Most curious Xunari were scared off after that. Luckily, or unluckily he supposed, Fero'hart hadn't really minded- and was prompt selected as a prime candidate for the diving missions.

"Ah that's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually." Predict glanced at him from the project he had been working on, slowly setting down his scissors. "I'm assuming this is not about my swimming talents?" he said, carefully.

"Ah no, of course not! We were just thinking ah-" Fero searched for the right words. "We just need some equipment and we thought you could help."

Predict seemed taken aback with this. Fero wasn't surprised- the belemoid usually worked to make decorative clothes, so things focused on practicality were not *quite* the Belemoid's cup of tea.

"You're asking me to make diving suits?" Predict asked, eyebrow raised. Fero'hart nodded. Predict paused, seeming to consider it. The room was filled only with the noise of raindrops hitting the windows. Fero'hart had seen the sun hide away behind the clouds pretty much as soon as he walked in, the pristinely clean windows in the room not doing much to hide the brewing storm outside.

"Alright. I can probably put something together." Predict said- although he didn't seem *happy* about the development. "Was there anything specific you need?"

Fero'hart sighed in relief. "Great! We ah- need somewhere to hold the guide ropes we've been putting down, and we'll need something to hold the lamps... and ah- it needs to be warm." he shuddered just thinking about the water temperature. "It's deceivingly cold down there

Predict nodded, pulling a weird kin of fabric off of one of the piles surrounding him. Fero'hart was amazed at how organized the place was- it seemed like Predict knew exactly where everything was. Fabrics laid neatly stacked in a special storage rack, their vivid colours making the room look quite lively.

"I'll try to figure something out." The belemoid said, already distracted looking trough materials. "Come back tomorrow and we can discuss further- I should have a plan drawn up by then."

Fero'hart nodded. "Of course! And uh, thank you so much, Depart. Is there anything I can help you with? Maybe I can help cut some fabric or-"

Predict shook his head before Fero could even finish. "No thanks, I'm quite capable by myself. I'd rather just work my magic in silence for now, honestly." Fero'hart nodded. "I suppose I'll see you tomorrow then." Predict nodded. "See you tomorrow- I'll make sure you're not disappointed."