[The lakeshore draws him toward it off and on, now that he has awoken and claimed a cabin. Something about the peace of the water and the, ah, higher likelihood of spotting someone nearby in a place where there are longer sight-lines. The notion to keep watch pays off--though not in the way he had previously anticipated.
There's a boat.
And someone calling for help. He isn't quite sure he trusts anyone here at the moment, not yet, but their voice seems...young. That's enough for him to gently start to tug the boat shorewards with Craft.
As he telekinetically starts her in his direction, he slips his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels. Then he calls out:]
~Waking Up
There's a boat.
And someone calling for help. He isn't quite sure he trusts anyone here at the moment, not yet, but their voice seems...young. That's enough for him to gently start to tug the boat shorewards with Craft.
As he telekinetically starts her in his direction, he slips his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels. Then he calls out:]
Are you alright?