Fjord's brain still hadn't actually caught up with the situation yet. He stood there, still kind of staring at Seivarden, and cleared his throat a little, reaching up to pick a stray piece of leaf from his shoulder.

Totally casual. Really.

"Ah, well... good. That was good... thinking."

Fjord, meanwhile, hadn't done a hell of a lot of thinking at all. He took a step back. And then another. And then ever so carefully sank back down to sit, once again calling his sword to hand with a splash of seawater as he went.

Well. That wasn't going to happen again if he had any say in it.