Northstar Vale Lemon children! Go forth!

His efforts were not futile, but they were close. Titmouse was fixated and couldn't shake the feeling he was being told what he wanted to hear, and nothing more. The boy shrugged, but settled when Rian settled. The smell of his urine was finally getting to him though - but the boy was focused on the conversation.

I know, and I have Liffey.. sorta. He conceded these points, but did not brighten. But erryone is good at things. You, an' Rannoch, an' all the bigger kids. Redshank too! I'm a... I'm a big baby! And I can't do anything! Fighting a bear was Blackthorn-level skill at the very least, but it had taken prompting to unlock his limbs and make him run; something like that should've been instinctive. He was weak, had nothing to show for all of his shrieking - he was falling behind everyone and the bear only solidified that.