Sawtooth Spire you just wanna know those peanut butter vibes

"es kriecht nur," her careful father murmured in his guttural way. little phaedra had suffered greatly at the other end of another insect today. he could hardly hold the babe's fears against her. reaching out his much larger paw, mahler offered its broad scuffed toe to the scarlet lady. 
"it cannot bite us and it only vants to climb high and then fly away," he went on, aware his words tumbled upon ears that could not quite yet discern them. but that was the nature of it, the gargoyle mused to himself. he could talk and talk and talk and phaedra must only listen in her own way. a father's delight, came the new-shining thought.
mahler ducked closer then, observing first the bug and then his daughter's face, seeking to assuage any of the lurking fears that might reside in her still-stung face. perhaps if the pains continued, he could devise a poultice. when she and thade were older, a trip to windholme would also be in order.