Larksong Grotto defuse your private bomb

Sorry for the wait and the crappy qualityty of this post! :o

This was not Tezcacoatl's area of expertise. He understood the gist of what Citali was telling him but her technical terms went over the rekkr's head. Brow furrowed as Tryphon began to babble more things, nonsensical. About not being able to swim, but then that he could. Tezcacoatl's ears roved back to rest at half mast atop his skull as he ghosted forward a step, when his crystalline eyes had caught Tryphon's falter. The boy had sunk to his belly and Tezcacoatl glimpsed over his shoulder back at Citali. Did she want to go up to him and investigate if he had a fever, or did she want him to do it? Surely touching him and feeling if he felt warmer than what was natural couldn't be that hard (lest Tryphon lashed out, of course). “There are people out there that want you. Your mother, for instance,” At least, this was what Tezcacoatl assumed for he didn't know the young boy's mother. Most mothers wanted their children — though there were those odd cases in which they didn't. “Where is your family?” Tezcacoatl's voice was hushed, soft as he tried to break Tryphon out of his delirious state, even though he'd recognized that it might have been totally useless. He didn't know what to do, only that he wanted to do something to help Tryphon who struck Tezcacoatl as extremely vulnerable in his current state.