swept away

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Sverre was watchful and noticed the shivering, but decided to keep his mouth shut for now. There wasn't much that could be done until they got him settled in front of a fire to dry. He lacked any pelts to dry the man off further, so the heat of the fire would be all that he had. He hoped that keeping him occupied fishing in a calmer part of the river would be enough time to get the fire strong so he didn't have to wait. He couldn't explain why he wanted to help this man so badly, but he also wasn't stopping to think about it either.

As they got back to the place he had settled down earlier, he motioned towards the part of the river he was fishing at earlier. "That seemed like a good spot to fish before you called for help." As he spoke Finnur was quick to land on a rock near the rivers edge, peering down with a tilted head to look for more fish for himself. Atli clung to him as usual, hiding underneath him though hardly even noticed anymore. "I'll get the fire started." He abruptly said as he stood and moved off to find some fallen sticks and small logs for the fire.

Now that he did have time to think while he worked in silence with Atli following him like a shadow, he found himself occasionally sneaking glanced back towards the spotted man. Why was he so worried about him? Of course he had already fallen into the river once while fishing, but if he did so here he could easily get himself back out. Instead, he caught his fiery gaze lingering on the man longer than he felt it should've. Forcibly breaking his stare, he went back to gathering sticks.

Bringing them all to a central location, he began putting the sticks together and lighting the fire after a few failed attempts. With it growing, he carefully tended to it while still sneaking glances at man.


"Speech!"