Jack and Blake: Fanservice
Perfect. He was coming over. Blake pretended not to notice Jack's approach until the banshee was upon him with that stupid grin on his face. Blake finally looked at him fully. Half expecting a taunting comment, Blake parsed what Jack did say for any mockery and came up undecided.
"I'm fine. Just making sure Wendy doesn't decide to freeze anyone under the surface and that Ryu doesn't spit poison on someone who accidentally splashes her." Blake said it casually enough, but they were legitimate concerns.
"And cold doesn't help my leg any." He rubbed the scar tissue over his pants. The Dragonslayer didn't often make reference to his old injury and permanent limp, but sometimes the illusion of weakness was just as good as the illusion of strength. He glanced over Jack again, keeping his expression skeptical.
"I saw your dive count. I don't know why they waste their nominations on someone who can dive into frigid water as naturally as stepping into a hot bath."