Normally he enjoys the cool feeling of leather on his skin, but the sheer warmth of Rook's hand latching onto him is almost unbearable in this heat. Even without sleeves he wonders how any of the Savanaclaw students don't simply wither away... though considering a large majority of them were born in the conditions he can't be surprised. There are non-merfolk in Octavinelle, after all... some beastmen too. They must hate the cool, dark oceanic views just as much.

"I suppose that is fair enough. I rarely wear my own outside of my uniform..." Because it's more for show than actual purpose. He's easily dragged along--still just as impressed by Rook's strength despite his average height as he was the first time he met him.

Fortunately Jade seems compliant as he follows along, his free hand shielding his light colored eye from the sun. "Do you do much fishing? I imagine your options here are somewhat limited."