Razor had been careful as he walked and swam with his brother. As always Rivaxorus wanted him to get out, which probably was for the best. He could get even sicker if he stayed in the den all day - however he knew what he was doing. At least he'd like to think he did, after his visit with aunty Amalia. Something he couldn't remember were those herb names and he hated it, not that he'd express his distrust to his own brother. It was painful enough, so all he did was make sure everyone had a smile on their faces. Breathing heavily he took a shiver before settling down beneath the tree.
Razor nodded his head before settling himself down. A lot of things were going through his head but he didn't feel like speaking them. Something he had been doing a lot of, he didn't like to talk. Rivaxorus wouldn't force him to talk if he refused to. The boy's crystal blue eyes looked at the sky. It was beautiful this winter day, while he wished his mother was here. He knew everything would be okay in at least that.
