The silence seems to be strung tight like a fine wire, just waiting for the tension to snap and release. His nerves are misfiring sending shocks of tingles within his legs and yet he remains so still in the face of the two females. He intention had been to come and assist but by the looks of it, he is not needed. After his rushed words, it is the sound of laughter, a giggle that seems to relieve the tension as it seems to fall with ease and you can visibly see his shoulders fall lax. As orange eyes seek the female with the rabbit as mirth dances in his eyes, cheeks so warm they burn his eyes as he nods sheepishly at her. Before looking back to the one who fell, a look of amusement upon her face.

          Slow down. She says, as his head absently nods in agreement. If only his tongue got the memo and kept hold of it. Her next words are expected, as his eyes settle to roam over her muck covered body. As if looking for a lie that isn't there. Though he looks for conformation he does not realize that perhaps he is challenging her words with his gaze so with much debate his eyes are ripped from her body as they look down upon the wet soil below, the strong scent of the bog burning his nostrils as his mouth parts to speak yet another voice beats him to it. He stiffens at the scolding tone of the other female, briefly thinking that for a moment that her tone was directed at him but soon understanding her words were meant for the wet female. He sighs heavily, an odd sensation bubbling in his throat the more she talks and then there it was. A choked and cracked laugh bursts from his lips, it startles himself as he jumps slightly back eyes wide as the sound seems to rumble and tumble still broken and misused. The unexpected humor he finds in this moment cannot be explained as he soon swallows the dying croak from his lips and his cheeks seem to melt away to the bone from the heat they now give off. "Ummm, well.. I don't mean to laugh.." He shifts nervously, unsure why his timid body was fitted with such a bold tongue. "She is right." His head nods towards the now quiet female, orange eyes seeking her as they hold a comforting warmth to give her before returning back to the other. "I don't mean to be rude.. but you smell bad." No, that didn't come out right. As his eyes widen slightly before taking a step back as mouth fumbles to correct. "WHAT I MEAN.." He blurts quickly. "Perhaps we can help you wash off? Find some more food?... Try this again?.."

          Perhaps he should have said that before instead of the latter, females could be odd creatures one wrong move and they could come at you like a shark scenting blood. As he moves back it brings him to the side of the one with the rabbit, hoping she would not team up with the muck covered one over his poor choice of words. As he takes a deep breath and there beneath the layer of grim from the swamp there is a smell he knows as he stiffens and head turns to look down at the female who smelled of the mountains. Head tilting slightly as he openly looks her over as if he could find a marking of conformation upon her coat. A small smile on his lips at the fact that she was one of Daenerys' pack... yeah maybe he shouldn't have said that to the other female, hopefully his friend would not get word of the most recent blunder his tongue has spewed. As he swallows nervously before looking back at the other to make sure she was not coming after him with the intent to maim him further. He had fought many of females and males in his day, but there was something about a woman scorned that made even the gods run for cover.

          He sighs heavily, "I'm Jericho.." He states this almost questionably, unsure if they even care. As orange eyes glance back and forth between them. "Would you ladies care for a swim?" He hopes that his earlier words had not dug him a hole because perhaps these would see him buried. Instead of mocking her the words are offered. A chance to restart this conversation, to offer help in the form of something else. As he shifts uneasily, wondering if today would somehow turn around for the better and if not perhaps he could grab the mountain one and run for high ground. Because despite his shy nerves, today - today he is feeling the urge to play, and try as he might he isn't sure how much longer he can last before his tongue fully takes over and see's that his desire is met. For beware, beneath all those scars and meat there are years of play burrowed within, and perhaps that is more scary than anything he has ever known before.

Is this the end i feel?

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