[Vyng lightly jumps at the contact, but doesn't protest. His travel companion's gentle hand gives him an anchor to focus on...and a reason to pull himself back together, instead of staring miserably into the murky water.
So, he draws in a breath though his nose. Lets out a shaky exhale. It's an exercise he's led for others in the past, like fellow Sleepers and his own kid: Deep breath in — one, two, three, four. Hold it for two seconds. Aaaand let it out through your mouth. Nice and slow... Several minutes pass like this. Finally, the tension coiled in his stomach starts to unwind.
"Sorry," he silently tells the water. ("It happens," is the predictably go-with-the-flow answer that gets conveyed back to him, just as wordless as his apology.)
Once he feels ready, he lightly lifts his head from the edge of the canoe.]
Well... [Vyng's tone is dry.] There goes my lunch. Can't say those mushrooms tasted much different coming back up.
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So, he draws in a breath though his nose. Lets out a shaky exhale. It's an exercise he's led for others in the past, like fellow Sleepers and his own kid: Deep breath in — one, two, three, four. Hold it for two seconds. Aaaand let it out through your mouth. Nice and slow... Several minutes pass like this. Finally, the tension coiled in his stomach starts to unwind.
"Sorry," he silently tells the water. ("It happens," is the predictably go-with-the-flow answer that gets conveyed back to him, just as wordless as his apology.)
Once he feels ready, he lightly lifts his head from the edge of the canoe.]
Well... [Vyng's tone is dry.] There goes my lunch. Can't say those mushrooms tasted much different coming back up.