Sawtooth Spire They're making plans while I watch TV

Stag knew he was pushing her own concern away in favor of his needing to tend to her well-being, but Stag was Takiyok's son through and through. He carried his own brand of stubbornness, even if it came out in unusual ways.

He watched as sunlight refracted off of the rippling water, only serving to illuminate the haggardness of his mother's condition. His jaw involuntarily tightened. "That's good." The boy responded, frustrated just as his mother was that he could not control how quickly she healed, nor could he improve the rate in which weight rebound between her ribs. It was unnerving being at the mercy of something totally unknown. "I haven't been up to much of anything." While he wanted to ask more questions, he decided to humor her - if only because he knew he could not deflect forever. "I've been watching Phaedra a lot -- she's Wylla's daughter." No poker face in the world could disguise the light that lit up in his gaze. "We're building a garden together."