[Celehar hasn't fallen behind, this time - he might look like some sort of animal dragged out of the river, with the rainwater plastering his pale hair against his face and head, but the weight of the sodden water soaking into his clothes is an inconvenience, not the full, heavy weight that settled over him the first crossing, as those voices started to call out.
Bowed against the winds, he nevertheless sees Sunny's attention lifting to scan the little crowd of their group as they walk over the morass of mud - and sees, too, when the young man starts going elf-pale. He catches the shiver and angles his steps, to slip in next to the young man, reaching out to rest a hand on Sunny's shoulder in silent momentary support.]
the river of mud
Bowed against the winds, he nevertheless sees Sunny's attention lifting to scan the little crowd of their group as they walk over the morass of mud - and sees, too, when the young man starts going elf-pale. He catches the shiver and angles his steps, to slip in next to the young man, reaching out to rest a hand on Sunny's shoulder in silent momentary support.]