[Child of the 7th Age]

For a moment Bingo stood silent, his eyes opening wider by the moment and his jaw hanging open. He was so surprized that he was completely unable to say anything. This was the last thing he had suspected. He'd assumed that Sam would blame him for their scuffle as well as for the overturning of the raft. Bingo was used to backing down when the sons of wealthy landowners came to him complaining about this little thing or that. He put up with their jibes, good natured and otherwise, and politely pulled at the bill of his cap to show his respect. What else could he do when he didn't have a Da or Ma to stand up and protect him?

The one thing he hadn't considered was that the young lad would apologize and extend a hand in friendship. Recovering his wits as quickly as he could, Bingo turned towards Sam and spoke, "Not a problem. Of course, I forgive you. There's nothing to forgive.....just a tussle and a misunderstanding. I'll try to be more careful with my own elbows and feet." He looked down at his own gangley arms. "I expect both of us owe an apology to Sando as well."

With that, Bingo looked over to Sando, "Is everyone alright? Even Rory?" He had been worried about Rory ever since he'd pulled him up from under the water. The lad's face had looked so pale, a sickly shade of greenish-blue, and he had been coughing and gagging.