Duskfire Glacier you black out when you talk too much

The boy appeared to grow in confidence following his touch. The duck relished the sudden vulnerability, taking in each nook and cranny, each imperfection in his rugged form as a doctor would. He presented himself in turn, though he had no battle scars to share. Only the tug of his heartstrings which, unfortunately, were invisible save for a quiet noise of distress.

"Will you take me there?" he asked eventually. Truthfully, he was loath to let the boy out of his sight lest he suddenly succumb to another injury - as irrational as he knew that was.

"We can hunt along the way - are you hungry? I'm sure the others would appreciate a meal, too."