Duck Lake are you worth your weight in gold, cause you're behind my eyelids when i'm all alone

swiftly mahler had taken in the slower movements, the new gauntness of alarian's already slim form, the haggard nature that clung to the boy like silt. pausing alongside the brackenwolf, he peered hesitantly into the cherub's face, ears sliding back along his skull.
a creature altogether worthless in terms of comforting, he opted not to hover awkwardly beside his companion. settling himself a scant few feet away, he glanced a last time at alarian before turning his lavender stare out over the lake. and, mahler noted grimly, its overabundance of ducks.