[He is not super thrilled about this whole thing, but in the effort of not making trouble for Solvunn -- and 'cause he's a nosy bitch -- he doesn't make any stink after the whole invitation thing. Besides, they got him good with the promise of the allowance, considering when he's working around the main settlement he barely takes payment there, either.

Which is why Nero is most often found in the tavern, chatting up the werewolf behind all of the food, finding her surprisingly easy company to get along with. Nero's not shy about asking after the foods he doesn't really know himself, seeking a little more meat, and mentioning how the Luna market has some pretty badass kabobs.

[It's unfortunate that, in the effort of looking for something to do, he pokes his head into the art classes. Not that it's bad there's classes being had -- and yeah, he's not an artist, but he put some fucking effort into all of those brochures -- but when he looks around, curious, all the canvases laid out are --

Oh, shit.

And there he looks up to see the model in the middle of the room. The sound that comes out of him could be mistaken for a choke as he stumbles back, bumps into an easel, knocks it over, and trips over his own boot.] Uh, sorry! Didn't mean to -- [He curses, stepping over an easel, his eyes anywhere but the nude model,] Interrupt --

[Somehow trying to leave now is making it worse.]

[This. Fucking. Sucks.

Look, it was a whim. Maybe even a dare. A dare he won, by the way -- but the point is, diving off the ship for a dare or on "accident," the last thing he was expecting was a cacophony of yells all of a sudden, people peering off the side of the ship to point down at him, and the ship itself coming to a complete stop.

He did not plan on being scooped out of the icy cold water like a fried shrimp out of a pot of oil. They even used a net.

And the very last thing he expects is any human worrying over him, forcing him to rest. Least of all a whole host of them, henning and hawing over him like he'd almost died, and all Nero can manage between being shuffled off to some room in the ship is "I'm fine" and "Seriously, you don't have to do this," until he's been firmly bullied into a bed, wrapped up in a blanket, the room filled with heat and his hands holding a mug of hot broth.

He's not even cold, man.

Any of the Summoned who saw Nero diving from the ship, his fishing out, or the aftermath of the entire trip being interrupted are free to visit him in the healer's quarters, where he's being watched to make sure he doesn't die from dysentery or whatever humans get from cold water. It's not like getting sick's ever been something he's had to worry about (comas from violently losing entire limbs aside.)

He's not cold (mostly. His nose might be a little red.) He's just wet. And annoyed. When the door opens, he hisses before he even sees who's there:] Look, I said it was a damn accident already, and that I'm fine.