Two Rivers Isle ELSA, PLEASE DON'T SLAM MY MEMES

Malice watched the little ball of fur reaction to being so "high" off the ground, and perhaps now she realized that putting him on the rock hadn't been her brightest idea. But how was she supposed to know the child had a fear of heights? The only way was for her to have noticed him when Burke was carrying him over the mountains. She watched him slide down on his soft belly, almost fearing he would break a limb with such movements, and gently sniffed him over when he did indeed got back down safely. 

She grabbed the little devil by his scruff, making sure not to hurt him, and place his between her paws as she lied down. I'm sorry, lil' devil. She purred as she gave him a lick over his head. Guess she had to teach him while positioned like this, which did make it all harder. Now, listen up, I'm going to say something and then you repeat. She explained, though her explanation was highly unnecessary since Vassago probably couldn't understand. You're Vassago, I'm Malice. She said, first gesturing toward him and then to herself.