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

Vassago wasn't so amazed by the red liquid as he might've been before his clash with the bear, and even without Malice's reaction he knew it was a bad thing, that this stuff meant something HURT. He knew, because when it leaked from him it was in places that hurt. It did drive the lesson home though, and at once he whimpered, glancing up to her with wide, sorry eyes. 
                  "Mom? Mooooom?" 
Her praising was glorious, and of course the little one wanted as much attention as he could get. He was, after all, the prince, who was very important. Malice threw a curveball next, asking him about someone called Burke? Who was that?
Wait, no, that was what Mom called Daddy. Burke. Daddy was a word he knew now, thank god, and it was easy for him to say. 
                                    "Daddy?"