Hushed Willows Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

His energy sapped, the boy did not make a move as Tavi rounded the others up to gather after presenting contribution. Larkspur settled with him, and dolefully the boy glanced toward her, though did not move. His spirit could not be cheered in this moment, but only because of the hunger that gnawed at his thinning belly.
 
Words were passed as the others drifted back – his own ear perking at the familiar sound of his mother’s voice. He did not truly take in anything, though – instead, he resisted the urge to simply sleep, for it was all he truly desired in that moment.
 
Shifting his weight, Pippin willed himself to stay awake, dully studying the strangers that surrounded him.