Dragoncrest Cliffs all hours we chilling and maxing the flow

val tensed his muscles as he waited for quennell to rest against him. the last thing he wanted was to drop his brother - or worse, make things any more painful than they already were. don’t jostle the package, and all that.

a flush of genuine surprise rose to his cheeks. tomorrow? sure. but don’t be expecting any more fish. that was a stupid one, they’re usually smarter than me. he joked, watching solemnly as quennell limped into the den.

it was in that moment he wished he was more like his mothers or sobo; that he might fix quennell some sort of ointment and things would all get better. instead, all val had was bad jokes.