Chewed up and Spat Out

Looking down at the scar presented to him, he lets out a threatening growl. The figure in the cloak would pay one day for the things he had done. Not only to himself, but to Siduri, to Rivin, to Tarnish, to Calliope, to all those that he cared deeply for. While Gil was one to find enjoyment bullying others, he didn't see the sense in causing permanent injuries. Sid would now have to forever live with these scars as a reminder. Perhaps a good reminder, but she had not sought out the figure this time. Coming for them in their dreams was abhorrent and his disdain for the mysterious cloaked figure was obvious in the way his fur raised along his spine and his lips trembled with clenched teeth and glistening fangs.

Gil's fury quickly dissipated when his teary eyed daughter requested to be carried. His body smooths and he nods slowly before grabbing her gently by the scruff and placing her neatly on his shoulders where she couldn't be harmed by the crystals along his back. "Try not to let your burn touch the water," he warns her as he moves toward the shore where Urtur waited with the raft. Though Sid would be safe from the salty brine of the ocean, he still wanted her to be careful. If her burn were to dip into those cold depths, the salt alone would cause more pain than he wanted her to experience.

Stepping carefully onto the raft, he adjusted himself until he was carefully balanced on the center of the raft. With Urtur willing to push them through the waters, he turned to glance at Sid over his shoulder. "Rivin might not be there when we get to the isle. If she is not available, do you know what needs to happen with your burn?" Gil poses the question, one brow raised, not expecting his daughter to have any knowledge, but since they had a decent journey back, he figured a lesson wouldn't hurt anymore than she was already feeling.