Stavanger Bay gently, gently, the constellations aligned

He was skeptical. Despite how fantastic it sounded, he just could not easily invest his thoughts into such outlandish things. He was given a break from such thoughts as the with inquired of his mother. “She’s better than ever,” he admitted weakly. Despite the cold that had ravaged her body, she had been making progress before he was stolen. Now? He didn’t have a clue. Though he did have an inkling. But, before he could voice his concerns, the topic shifted back to the fantastical wonders that were magick. He did not comment on his, despite his own concerns on the subject matter, and simply nodded.

“I do not fear it,” he said with a certain level of discomfort, his ears lowering and his frown deepening. He simply wished to never go near it again. That was all. When the waters of Donnelaith were mentioned, he turned his attention back to the healer and nodded. “But, I would prefer Donnelaith's waters,” he accepted in a deep rumble.