Moonspear Are things that are not so uncommon

It was hard to tell if he’d ever be able to show his friend the peaks of a mountain, but that didn’t discourage him. For as long as they both lived, he would assure Zoratto that there was nothing to fear—or if there was, that he would keep him safe. Though he doubted that his help might ever be accepted should they encounter a situation where Alastor’s pacifistic ways needed to be put aside, that wouldn’t keep him from at least trying. Whatever he had to do in order to show that he was more than capable of keeping the spirits away, he would do so without complaint. For how long it might take, he could not even begin to predict, but also felt as if it didn’t matter. For though he wanted to remain respectful of all cultures, he really wanted for the masked wolf to see the world from atop a mountain.

Slowing—so as to limit his chances of stumbling—he looked to his partner once again, but this time it was out of curiosity. “Do you have any sleeping customs?” the Greek asked. “We can find you someplace warm to sleep that adheres to them.” He wanted to make sure that Zoratto was as comfortable as he could be made to be, especially since the situation itself was likely as uncomfortable as it could possibly get. It bothered him, still, to have put someone he considered a friend into such an unsettling position, and so he was determined to make up for it.