Whitefish River maybe that makes me a fool

Through his rambling, Evergreen is unaware of how much Ira is feasting—usually she would take to eating fish slowly, and had the bear been observant he would be overjoyed and curious at the change of behavior. Right now, however, anxiety is king.
His lips tug in a frown—a complicated tug-o’-war of feelings battling it out whether to be happy or sadden by the roan Constable’s words. Eve never meant to stop being a friend, and never meant to stop supporting Ira in the ways she does for him.
He tries to take it in stride, and pushes the doubt in the back of his head. Insecurities were loud, but he wears a smile on his face. Tugging round cheeks. Great, uh, I’d like to hang out more. I need to… uh, get back into the scene and chill with everyone in Kaistleoki. Oh! But uhm, did… did you have any other plans today? I hope I’m not interrupting—maybe I could, uh, help?