Something about apples, falling, and trees?

He could see her trying again, taking in the surroundings with a little more confidence this time. Trying to make him proud, perhaps? And he was. For pushing through, and trying. That was all he had asked for, and it was what she gave him.

What did the Fatalis do when they hurt? He considered the words for a moment, and then leaned down and kissed her crown gently. “You're asking the wrong question, honey.” He said, his lessons far from over. “We are leaders. It’s not what we do when we are hurt, it’s what we do when those in our care are hurt. We take away whatever is hurting them.”


"Basilisk"