[open] don't just sit with folded hands and become blind; any

[Maertin]

Brennen had trusted Maertin to stay in Nerine, while he went on to  help deal with the situation he could feel on the edges of his consciousness, something to do with Leilan. And usually, Maertin is a relatively complaint child, or at least middle-of-the-road, and would do what his father wished when it was this serious of an issue. But, well, it seemed like this whole thing was maybe something Maertin could help with, if only papa wasn’t so overprotective. So after Brennen disappears from the shores of Nerine, Maertin makes some lame excuse and slips away from the rest of his family, heading across the water to the island. It’s cold, but it’s easy for him to heal himself and he’s used to swimming in the deeper waters around Ischia, where it begins to grow truly cold.

 
He shakes off the excess water on the other side, trying not to shiver, and already beginning to regret not bringing Blue along; she could have dried them both. Heck, she could have made it so they didn’t have to swim at all. It’s just easier to sneak around when it’s just one of them – when more than one of them are together, his parents are way more likely to keep track of them. 

 
Something explodes in the distance and spooks him; he skitters sideways wide-eyed for a moment before he gets himself under control and takes a deep fortifying breath before starting into the depths of the island. Surely there is someone here he can help.

Maertin

don't just sit with folded hands and become blind