Wheeling Gull Isle the up & up

He doesn’t mind the silence. There is plenty that can be conveyed without words, and he doesn’t have any issues holding a conversation up on his own. His time with Seelie has taught him to be more observant of body language than he might have otherwise. He turns his attention towards the river so that she doesn’t feel the pressure of his gaze on her, “I’ve never been any good at catching fish. Seelie tried to teach me once but.. well, I failed miserably.” The memory pulls a smile across his features momentarily and he casts a brief glance towards Doe before turning back to the water source, slowly making his way down to the riverbank.

“Maybe if we work together though, we might have some luck?” He leaves it as a suggestion, not wanting to force his presence on her or drive her away, but it pains his heart to see her in this condition, and not just because she is a friend of his Coelacanth. “I can try to flush them out and downstream to you.”