[ He ducks down, folding around layers of cloth and soft coppers, crouching on the ground near to her with his elbows on his knees. Karn, she says, and he catches that it's a curse. Files it away with the other bawdy sea-shanties and sailor curses he'd gleefully learned out on the hunting boats. ]

You were thinking something dark, though. You're such a fuckin' weird read.

[ Listen! He was trying to be all MATURE and REASSURING, and the winking is DETRACTING FROM HIS LEADERLY VIBE. ]

It's easier to move. On the other hand, you can basically count who's left on two hands, which means we're easier to keep an eye on.