okayest older brother behavior

Right, he really should be doing more with the kids. His youngest siblings, already taking the castle by storm. For as reclusive as the poet boy had been, he really should be making more of an effort. With a deep sigh rattling his chest, pulling at muscles still sore from the incidents with the worm, the boy gathers some practice supplies. Scraps of material, splints cut too short to be of much use. Things Gwyn wouldn't miss.

The call for the children is soft-- frankly, he was hoping no more than one of them would hear. Or at least, no more than one of them would be interested. Their personalities were starting to develop, but Vendrick is the easily overwhelmed sort. One at a time would be for the best.

Laying out the healing supplies in careful piles, he simply sets up and waits.

"Vendrick Carpathius"