Wheeling Gull Isle Don't be shy.

the sight of the soaked stranger inspires some pity, and he can't help but soften even if the other's answer isn't exactly what he'd hoped for. he moves closer, trying to catch some scent from the other. all he can smell is the sea. alright, he says, shifting uncomfortably and hoping he's interpreting that thick accent correctly. no one will mind if the dude just stays right here until the storm passes, right? he'll just have to... watch him. but you have to stay here, where i can see you. or um... the others on the island won't be happy. he really, really hopes this doesn't get him kicked out.