lesson after lesson

It was fair to insist on safety, especially when facing the as force as powerful and unpredictable as the sea. He wouldn't fault Chip for that, but he would fault him for being too much inside of himself. In Cara's view Xochipilli spent so much of his energy focus on the clan and their migration the water that he sometimes missed the bigger picture. The former liked to think that it was his job to help in that respect, a subtle guidance towards a comprehensive understanding. 

Did she insist you were the teacher? While I'm no master of the waves, I can keep my head above water. He smiled bashefully, no stranger to a little self deprication for comedic relief when it mattered. It was an understatement of course, Carasson was quite an avid swimmer. I can help, you know. just in case Chip needed reminding that he needn't assume all of the burdens himself. 

He focused on the horizon as well, matching the far away look his companion had assumed. I think if there was anyone that might make it happen, he stepped sidelong into the other man, gentle nudging in assurance. It would be...Inala....and you.... I suppose.  Another teasing jab he hoped wouldn't be taken literally. Although there was a kernal of truth in the fact that Inala always seemed to tie them all so neatly together.