The Sentinels Stargazer

Swordfish didn’t know how to respond to her initial statement. The helping sort wasn’t really a description that fit him. He was the sort who ran away. The sort who would hide to avoid working. The sort who had only known dedication because of the bear that had instilled it within him. Did he enjoy helping others? No. He would have much rather found a soft spot in the sand and napped his days away, chasing rays of sun into the waves and caring about little.

The young man turned, gesturing with his snout for Bridget to follow him. He trotted back, nearer to where Lestan had been left. When he sniffed around the base of a fallen tree, he unearthed a large fish. Clutched in his teeth, he approached the three-legged woman and placed it neatly in front of her.

This friend you’re helping. What sort of help do they need?

Swordfish’s heavy-lidded gaze lifted before he heaved a sigh and let his shoulders sag into an apathetic shrug.

More than ya got time fer, I’ll tell ya that much. He’s- He’s a bit funny. Like somethin’ rattled his brains around in his head. Talks in this shaky stammer. He fixes on things and they eat him up until he’s like- the young man didn’t know how to proceed. There was a moment of silence before he returned his sights to the bright red upon her face. It don’t feel right leavin’ him to his own devices. Not without tryin’ to help.