Gilded Bay It is the bringing of the line

His coughing subsided long enough to hear her question. The unfamiliar voice caused him to tense, and he whipped his head up to look at the source. A tiny grey female looked at him nervously. I'm fine, he answered gruffly after eyeing her suspiciously. It was bad enough that he was sick and weak, now he was those things in front of a complete stranger. He huffed out a few low coughs, before taking a few steps away from her to shake the water from his coat. He turned back to the woman and asked, Do you need something?  He would normally attempt to have better manners, but his failed swimming adventure had soured his mood.