Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't Do Sadness

Walking at Njord's side, the silent paladin kept a look out with his own one good eye for any of the pack's healers. One step after the other, once the boy was healed, then they could speak further about any training to see of winning his love back from the man who denied them their union. Rosencrantz didn't make his offer clear that should the firebrand need a body to lean on, he was there... his presence alone meant that despite the lack of words to say so. 

Eventually, the one in question came, Ezulie came and swept Njord away from his side. Naturally she was already questioning the situation, the light tang of anger palpable. His eye fell on the injured man. It would be best if he explained. More or less, the archangel was here only as... "moral" support. He wouldn't hold Njord's hand to guid him like a parent in the darkness, the boy had to find his way on his own as they all did - Rosencrantz was only here to catch him should he fall.