Daily. But of course you can patch ships. I think you’re capable of anything you set your mind to. I’m not so lucky.

[ he laughs a little, rowing them out to the middle of the lake with the intention to row them the whole way to the other side when koby stops them. he blinks, glancing over at the other curiously, brows raised.

at first he’s sure something is wrong, tilting his head a little, setting the oars so they don’t slide away from the little boat. he rubs his palms together, brow pinched when he peers back up at koby. ]

Of course I trust you. Why wouldn’t I? [ a beat, sweat stippling on his bow from the heat, he shifts to tug his shirt off, carefully tossing it in the bay behind him. ]

Is everything alright, Koby? You’ve been acting strange since I arrived.

[ a hint of nerves - an edge in his voice that usually isn’t there despite the easy way he smiles at him. ]