swept away

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For some reason he couldn't stop worrying about the piebald man. Had he aspirated a little water? Had he bumped into a rock? Was there more he wasn't telling him? He did his best to look him over from head to toe, focusing on the mans shoulders as he rolled them back. Was he stiff or sore? Sverre hadn't seen what had led up to him being trapped on the branch and despite the other man appearing to be okay, Sverre was still skeptical. He didn't know why though, this wasn't common for him. He let the man speak though he remained silent, watching and studying the man for anything he could be holding back. He wasn't sure why he was so skeptical, but something was off about him. Or it felt off, anyway. Sverre wasn't the emotional kind, so understanding them was out of the question.

When asked, his gaze broke from the focused and intent almost-stare and flashed back up to the mans face. "I was also fishing," he said with a slight chuckle and half-smile. Ironic how they were both fishing out of their element and introduced through pure luck, really. Had he been a moment or two later, he didn't even want to think about what could have happened. Without a sign of anyone else around, there was little hope for the man until he arrived.


"Speech!"