She starts to pour over the book. Suddenly the small boat lurches violently to the side. Large sprays and splashes cover the boat. Among the splashes she hears "Help!" and " I can't swim". Quickly she spots the small black tail and grabs it. Up comes one drenched Rook. He looks sheepishly at her as she lifts him back on board.

"I'm so sorry I thought I saw a firefly in the water and I tried to catch it and slipped" he says. She looks at him and then the book covered in water ink smeared and soggy pages.
"I'm sorry about um... your paper sandwich" Rook says as he avoids looking at her directly. Water still dripping from his whiskers.

  Athera rolls her eyes. While she had tried to explain what a book was to Rook countless times he never could grasp the concept but of course he immediately understood what a sandwich was.

"Did it ever occur to you that bugs don't swim?" she says as she gently sets the book aside. She gazes off in the distance trying to figure out where they were. Losing herself in thought.

She feels a cold wet nose on her hand. Rook looks up to her "Thank you for saving me. I'll try to be more careful" he says as he jumps into her lap and curls up. The smell of wet fur fills her nostrils.

"Athera?" he says in a small voice
"Yes?"
"Are we lost?"
"Very" She replies softly


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