09-19-2016, 09:24 AM
"I feel like I just walked five miles," Fenris snorted, thanking Henry as he offered to help him up into the wagon. Fenris had to shift around for a few moments as he found a comfortable way to sit in the wagon, eventually resting his head back and placing both hands on either side of his hugely swollen belly. His fingers pressed against the tight skin under his overly stretched shirt, and with every small bump or hill they went over, Fenris would groan in discomfort and struggled to reposition himself. From the other side of the wagon, Gisel watched him with a bemused expression. "You really got stuck with some big ones," she chuckles and Fenris grimaces, nodding at the mention. He looks between Henry and the woman nervously. "Yeah... They're huge alright." Fenris tipped his head. "I can't wait until I can do things again and not get tired after a few minutes." He snorted and Gisel smiled, shaking her head. She laced her fingers together and set her hands in her lap. "Are you two nervous..?" She put a hand on her daughter's knee as an indication to slow down her talking. "Erik owns a nice place. I think you'll enjoy it more than a ship, unless you're a sailor at heart."