Frith wouldn't share any of the worry about the salt water and the crystals that it dried into now soaking the child. At his father's response, Aslan would find his own brief fear fading away now as well the crystals wouldn't do any damage it seemed so he would be ok. He would nod his head lightly, taking in his father's words and trying to make sure he could recall and understand them as necessary. The small bump to his shoulder would cast such thoughts aside however and in return for the gesture the boy would move forth to attack his father's nearest leg, all in play of course. He certainly couldn't imagine ever seriously wanting to harm the man though thoughts of salt and crystals would be banished for now, gripped be the urge to play instead.
