Honeyed Pasture and the gulls gave me my singing voice

he is briefly buoyed by the bow the seaspray man returns, his suddenly muted countenance. it hasn't been so long that yunxu has forgotten the habits, or his manners, and he's grateful for the structure. more than that, he's curious. the accent is unmistakably not of the southern coast, but there could still be others –

or not. the seawolf's smile retains its even civility even as the rest of him deflates, though a thread of curiosity lingers. it's not english he's speaking, but it's certainly not chinese. it makes as much sense as owlglass' had, at least this man's smile is a gentle one, and doesn't make his spine prickle.

a part of him resents being treated as though he's fragile, but that part feels uncomfortably close to the same one that started his last two fights and has put him in his current position.

yunxu examines the stranger blankly as he continues on, but there is nothing he can put a finger on as threatening. he's...earnest, maybe? and it doesn't...seem like there is any deception. but the young shark can't imagine this is the best use of his time, and thus immediately assigns it to the same category as vallkyrie's offer at the coastline.

aimi's help might or might not have counted as treatment – they both knew she was no healer, but it didn't matter. "i...it is healing fine," he lies. his eyes twitch to the curve of his shoulder, where the oozing wounds peek out from underneath the fur. "i not have time to rest."