Nova Peak And I know you're worried at night

elowen smiles gently at her son’s outburst, her heart swelling with affection for his stubbornness. she presses him closer, softening her gaze toward skorpa, despite the gruffness of his presence.

he’s strong, she says with quiet certainty, voice laced with warmth as she strokes kaldros’s fur. not fat. just… sturdy. she gives a soft laugh, a small thing, but it lightens the air around them.

her eyes meet skorpa’s as he speaks of health and fatness, and she nods, absorbing his words, but her attention is still on her son. he is healthy, she agrees, though her smile falters a little as kaldros’s gaze locks with hers, and she feels his uncertainty. but it will be a while before we know what’s best for him.

she listens to skorpa’s next question, her eyes softening as she looks down at the tiny life curled against her. his name is kaldros, she answers, her voice gentle and soothing. my little snowkit.

she gently brushes kaldros’s fur with her nose, giving him a soft kiss on his small head. he’s growing fast. her eyes lift, a little smile still tugging at her lips, but her expression is quieter, thoughtful. thank you, skorpa. for protecting us all.