[He opens his mouth to correct Claude's faulty assumption, but the guy keeps talking, and he doesn't want to interrupt. Nodding to show that he's still listening, he takes the opportunity to glance around the courtyard. The leathery shifting of wings pulls his attention back to the wyvern as it settles onto Claude's arm. After a short-lived staring contest with the creature, he clears his throat.]
Oh, I'm just on my school's rowing team. So...not actually a sailor.
[Based on the whole dragon-tamer, daring-adventures vibe the man exudes, Wilhelm assumes that the concept of organized sports is lost on him. So, with a little shrug, he clarifies further:]
It's just for fun.
[Half of the reason he joined, he can admit to himself, may have been to have an excuse to spend more time with a certain boy. He was further motivated by the fact that August would have somehow found a way to be twice as annoying if he didn't join, and the fact that his brother had rowed in his school days. But he did like it too, the dependable rhythm of the oars and the feeling of flying across the water.]
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Oh, I'm just on my school's rowing team. So...not actually a sailor.
[Based on the whole dragon-tamer, daring-adventures vibe the man exudes, Wilhelm assumes that the concept of organized sports is lost on him. So, with a little shrug, he clarifies further:]
It's just for fun.
[Half of the reason he joined, he can admit to himself, may have been to have an excuse to spend more time with a certain boy. He was further motivated by the fact that August would have somehow found a way to be twice as annoying if he didn't join, and the fact that his brother had rowed in his school days. But he did like it too, the dependable rhythm of the oars and the feeling of flying across the water.]