Duskfire Glacier You're worn out, a bit broken.

This brand-new world of growing and retreating blobs was terrifying. He yelped the first time his mother's blob grew in his field of vision, assuming that he was about to receive similar treatment as the bash on the nose. But no-- it was just her tongue, familiar and warm. If his mother thought he was reassured, she was sorely mistaken. Subdued maybe, but certainly a long way off from reassured.

Veteran squeezed his eyes shut and dug himself into his mother's side. He'd had more than enough adventure for now-- his aching nose was evidence of that.