Dragoncrest Cliffs you think i do this because i like it?

Njord watched Quennell’s composure erode when the boy managed to utter the words he kept close to his heart. The man knew what it was like to feel the resentment and scrutiny of others. He would never, ever wish that pain on anyone else. Especially Quennell.

“Nay, lad,” Njord said with a slow shake of his head. He took a page out of Meerkat’s book and put his broad paw over Quennell’s and squeezed. “Tell me why ye think this,” he asked, hypothesizing that more troubles festered in the depths of his spirit.

How much tail did he lose?