Stone Circle how beautiful it is to find someone who asks for nothing but your company.

Figment's concern was contagious, and while he was regarded with calm green eyes, Skáld momentarily forgot his purpose when the first question asked prompted some worry. His head tilted to the side, and he wondered himself if everything indeed was alright. When he'd seen Tauris last, the children had been fine- and to his knowledge, nothing had happened since. It was only when he remembered that he'd been the one purposefully seeking Figment out that he realized that the new father might also be in fight or flight mode, leaping to conclusions without reason. 

They had something in common, it seemed. 

"Yes," He breathed, "All good, I-" He said, pausing for a moment to snap at a fly that was buzzing near his ear and distracting him. "I want...Help, from you? For something?" Is good, not...Not bad, is good," He said, trying to reassure the both of them. "Come, see?" He gestured with a tilt of his head and wave of his tail.