[ danylo is simply standing in front of the banked canoe, not unlike 🧍♂️. he's fiddling with the straps on a life jacket that is working very hard to mold around his lightbulb shaped body. ] D-Dietro... I can swim. Do I need to wear this...? [ his german is very bookish; textbook from the 1980s bookish, in fact, but he seems to insist on doing this to himself! ] I look like--like a dweeb...
[ he rolls his own shoulders forward, looking danylo dead in the eye and silently instructing him to do the same so he can help him manage those straps. ]
I do not know what that means, but you will look like nothing at all when the Rhein's whimsical rapids decide to carry you away if you're not wearing one of these. That has got to be worse than looking like a dweeb.