Qeya River I make shit to kick you in the ass a little.

Sandulf had leave to traverse the borders and hunt for Natigvik. And thus he did. Eyes on the horizon. He stopped at the sight of the bedraggled youth.

Goodness. Are you quite alright? he asked kindly. Eyes on her sopping form. It must be freezing in the water. He briefly thought of offering his warmth, but thought that maybe untoward. 

So instead he gave her a brief smile and stood neutrally.