Nova Peak wasserfarbe

"oh, little goose." he lifted his head, grimaced with a wince. "your papa vent off to defend sagtannet. the lands close to us can hold no packs. it is my responsibility." his tone was soft, rueful; he could see the shatter of emotions behind her eyes, little ciri and her blondeing tufts. it was nyx' eyes that watched him now.
"i am sorry you had to see this," the wounded gargoyle sighed, reaching to brush her dark ear if she allowed it. "i vill recover. i am in good hands." was also not a healer? but he could scarce expect her to trust him, not as he looked now.