Sleepy Fox Hollow Steady drifting, you're slowly dancing

Etienne placed his bundle by the bank. As he opened it, Anselm could not help the curious pass of his gaze over the healer's wares.

It would be rude to stay in the water. He considered doing it anyway.

A sigh. Anselm loathed being vulnerable, but Etienne was the closest thing he had to a friend now. Even then, he was not going to be soft. I vas attacked. He dismissed his own culpability in said action. It is fine.

He moved from the bank, fur sodden and splattering as he came close enough to allow Etienne to administer any healing, but not so close that he appeared to entirely let his guard down.