“Hm? oh, my back? that’s just being a broke lowblood with a pissy crab lusus. nothing ‘happened’.” he doesn’t mention his hands/feet. why would Slick want to hear about that stupid old story anyway. Hemo kneels at the water’s edge, peering under the waves for fish.
Slick kneels beside him. He draws a finger down the back of Hemo’s hand ending at the fingertip. “yeah… nothing happened.”
He turns to the water as well. “what are we looking for?”
‘…well something happened there. but i’m sure you don’t want to be depressed by the story.” he looks out, scanning.
“Waiting for the smarter wild life to clear out….”