Aivar chuckled and shook his head, amused that she played along with him.

He watched, though, as Nutuyikruk told him to wait and that he would see what she was doing. He rolled his eyes, smiling faintly. Pff. I am perfectly fine at being calm. Or maybe not. Patience had never been his greatest virtue, but he could stand still just fine.

So he waited, and he watched, unmoving and quiet as the water burbled and the soft wind blew through the needles of the conifers. His eyes shifted to Nutuyikruk's face, and then back to the river where he could see the curious little fish. He still couldn't figure out what she was doing. Making a bed for the fish?

I can, he said quietly. But I still don't know what you're doing. He looked at her with one raised brow.