Rivin took a few glances over at Astrid. Shaking his head as he painfully watched as they tussled with their wrist bands, unable to get them on their selves, and to stubborn to ask someone for help. Rivin used this as an opportunity to talk to them.

“Your doing that wrong.”

Was all he said, taking in Astrid’s hands to help attach the strings and Velcro.

“It can’t be that hard to put them on, you look like a fool trying.”

He teased lightly, without any showing emotion.