Noctisardor Bypass the brave little tailor

mahler nodded. they had come to the place but thade had stopped. he heard the flicker of anxiousness rising sharply in his son, and looked back. the yearling had paused in his traces, gaze downturned. mahler felt the gorge of his own failure come to fore, but put it back and back.
"ve can do vhatever makes you feel most safe, mein junge," mahler chose to say. he would have preferred that thade take his instruction, but saw the futility of forcing it upon the child as he was.
for now, the gargoyle only nudged his boy, then disappeared inside the cavern momentarily, gathering the things he would need to treat thade.
"i vould like you to rest in my den, or here," mahler pressed, unwilling to let this thing go unheard as he bent over the injury.