Nova Peak living in the state of dreaming

Astraeus mistakes the lumbering of the bruin-boy that of the badger that used to live here. But no, it's his unnamed friend's brother, unbeknownst to him of course, cloying his shambling soul all the while swiping his prints over dust-blanketed memories of his easier life. Paltry heart, sleep bidden shoulders, and a throbbing mind forge into the sett anyways, holding an initial disregard for the question.

Quiet. A sigh, then, “It's a big-thing. Like you. I guess,” he has never thought himself one to speak in a cryptics' language, but then again he didn't what know he was anymore. Between a man and a child, still. “Why do you look....like that, anyways? ...You should go be with your mom or something.” Could he not see he was bleeding? Also, why was he so TALL. The claymore felt he would catch up in no time, which threatened his soon to come manlyhood.