[Striking a pose, Sylvando holds up the oar above him in both hands to hold the moss from touch his new friend as best he can. Of course this means the moss runs right over him... But it doesn't seem to have done much, if anything, to him.]

... Well, that's a little anticlimactic. But we get to live to fight another day. No need to be worried now honey, there's only smooth sailing ahead of us now.

[He doesn't know that for sure, but hey. Whatever lies ahead of them has to be better than hungry killer moss.]