twilight of the thunder god

Ember's steady, quiet support allows him to stand up taller, straighter. Watching the lord of cinder carefully, quietly, as he makes his determination. There's also a resolve to learn Carpathian at some point, perhaps it would give better insight as to what exactly was going on here. While Erik doesn't understand their ways quite yet, it would only grow more important with time.

It's only once Artorias gives him confirmation that he relaxes, some of his worries laid to rest for now. Settling beside Ember, a tight smile on his lips. "Thank you." Manners, manners. He'd learned, in no small part with Em's help. Though the boy is rough, he's learned well. Shaped by experience, or whatever they call it.

"Resting, in Faller's Fjord. The dogs are keeping an eye on him... he hasn't been sleeping normally, so we hiked through the night." Erik makes the admission in a lower tone, confidential. Not that there are prying ears, but it feels... strange. Like he's powerless, in seeing his father this way.

"I wanted to speak with you before it got too late, but I'll head back up and fetch him now." A soft dip of his chin, unable to fully explain what was plaguing Víðarr. In truth, Erik doesn't know. He can only hope it doesn't get much worse. For his strange mental state, the man was still bullishly strong and stubborn. The day he can't walk his own happy ass here is the day he puts himself in the ground, at least Erik knows that much.

"Erik"