"Just a bit," Rezo admits. He tries to smile, but it looks rather wan. "I've never been one for the seas."

That, and well, the funeral. Rezo wouldn't consider himself highly affected by this sort of thing anymore, but it's easy to think on... unpleasant things, in this situation. Too many reminders of things he'd rather not think about, losses that would be hard to explain.

At least being off-kilter means that it doesn't occur to him to do anything but oblige when Nephenee asks for his hand. He shifts his staff from one hand to the other and holds out the now freed one.

"You're well equipped, aren't you?"