Orym relaxes back into the hammock's hold, hands folded behind his head. Looking at Ro across from him, feeling their legs brush under the blanket, it really does feel like he's known him longer than a day. He's never this comfortable with people right away. But there's something disarming about Ro, and plenty in both their history and circumstances he finds relatable.
They'll have a few weeks at sea for him to decide if his first impression was right.
"Yeah, I can swim. By Air Ashari standards, I'm pretty good. But I've never done it in the ocean." Which has to be a lot different than the ponds and streams where he learned, and even the bigger lakes he's jumped into since. "I should probably give that a try before I jump on a sailboard."
"We'll take care of that, too. You'll be half aquatic before we send you on your way again." Ro grins and rests his head against the side of the hammock where it cradles him. "With the reefs around Vesrah, there's a few good places to get comfortable before we go past them."
The ocean is a different creature than lakes or river, no matter how big they were. He doesn't doubt Orym will find his legs, though.
"My mother couldn't keep me away from the water, and she tried," he says with a little laugh. "Not that she didn't want me in it. Just not on my own. I'd run for it whenever she turned her back long enough."
Since they met, Ro's painted a few different pictures of how he grew up. This one makes Orym smile, reminded very much of Nel trying to keep him out of trouble. "I'll have a good teacher, then." He already has been, letting Orym shadow and help him out since he came aboard.
"Thanks again for today, by the way," he says, thinking of everything he didn't know how to do yesterday. He'll need more practice, but he's learning. "Makes me feel better if I can pull my weight around here. Even if that's less than most people." That kind of humor hits different when he knows his audience gets it from his perspective, for a change. Literally from his perspective. There's no forgetting that they're small in a world made mostly for people twice their size, which just means they have to work twice as hard.
"Sure," he says with a little shrug, then a grin flickers to life. "Every pair of hands count, even if they're as small as ours."
Ro's used to being one of the smaller people around. He's sailed on a lot of crews now, some more varied than others, but the number of halflings and gnomes taking to the high seas is relatively small, all things considered. He's been delighted to have crewmates his size, or smaller, a few times a year.
"Besides, my motivation isn't entirely selfless," he confesses. "It'll be just you and me on the little boat."
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They'll have a few weeks at sea for him to decide if his first impression was right.
"Yeah, I can swim. By Air Ashari standards, I'm pretty good. But I've never done it in the ocean." Which has to be a lot different than the ponds and streams where he learned, and even the bigger lakes he's jumped into since. "I should probably give that a try before I jump on a sailboard."
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The ocean is a different creature than lakes or river, no matter how big they were. He doesn't doubt Orym will find his legs, though.
"My mother couldn't keep me away from the water, and she tried," he says with a little laugh. "Not that she didn't want me in it. Just not on my own. I'd run for it whenever she turned her back long enough."
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"Thanks again for today, by the way," he says, thinking of everything he didn't know how to do yesterday. He'll need more practice, but he's learning. "Makes me feel better if I can pull my weight around here. Even if that's less than most people." That kind of humor hits different when he knows his audience gets it from his perspective, for a change. Literally from his perspective. There's no forgetting that they're small in a world made mostly for people twice their size, which just means they have to work twice as hard.
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Ro's used to being one of the smaller people around. He's sailed on a lot of crews now, some more varied than others, but the number of halflings and gnomes taking to the high seas is relatively small, all things considered. He's been delighted to have crewmates his size, or smaller, a few times a year.
"Besides, my motivation isn't entirely selfless," he confesses. "It'll be just you and me on the little boat."