Whitefish River I'll lift you up again

His fussing seems to rouse Evergreen, and it startles him a little. His ears perk at the wordless inquiry, but he can't come up with a response for several beats. There doesn't seem to be any polite way to point out his current predicament. Ummmm, He says, shifting to face Evergreen. For a moment, he almost thinks that he has it — that he knows what to say — Hi. Okay, maybe not. His cheeks flush a little, but he's too distracted by the brilliant green of his companion's undamaged eye to think about his embarrassment much more.