Sawtooth Spire unordentlich

Stag had since fallen silent, offering no retort despite the rebuke that threatened to break his composure: maybe such things should not be said, but Stag meant it. His resolve was every bit as genuine as the ground that held them up, every bit as real and truthful as the sun on their backs or the wind biting their cheeks.

He looked to the ground, unable to hold his dam's gaze for fear she might see his tears. Mahler's motion to Takiyok's side was enough to spurn him into action. He mutely stood alongside his mother and gave her his shoulder, cursing himself once more for letting her go where he could not follow.