[/html]Watching the waters did not help the rolling thoughts in his head, and it did not help the uprooted and displaced feeling that had settled into his heart. It was constantly moving, rolling back and forth as if it couldn't find a secure place to simply be. At the moment he heard her voice Oak turned, suddenly finding himself steadier and more secure as he caught her gaze.
Oak smiled. He had come to know the feeling that rose within when he was near Cassia, and his heart leaned on it during a moment of weakness. But then her question placed the weight on his shoulders once more. There was so much that seemed to be upsetting him and he was unsure how to express it. Oak took a few steps towards her. She looked different, though clothed as usual there was a change in her presence when she was without her armor or weapons.
He still found her confidence and powerful, despite the appearance and remembered well the moment he awoke by the nap she induced. She had been there, worrying over him as he tried to get up after their sparring match. He knew she worried that he would regret the moment, but Oak did not. He found nothing disheartening about being overtaken by the female, she was better at combat and she had shown it.
Blue gaze looked over her, differently then before. He saw the things that she covered more often then not and the sea winds gave the fur of her mane a mind of its own. Berwick. he replied, mind stumbling back to the present and causing a frown to alter his features.