All three of the Placids seemed a bit surprised when they realized just how eager Gareth was to be of use to the tribe. Saphia almost told him that he needn't worry and should take it easy and give himself time to adjust. But she remembered the way that Meraioth had always reacted to her motherly concern, and ended up holding her tongue. She simply settled a wing over a small portion of Gareth's body - he was far bigger than her, after all - and prepared for a temporary parting. "Don't worry, son, you'll do fine under Larkin. I'll see you tonight after your training is done, and we can talk some more. You know, get some mother-son bonding in."
As Saphia flew off, Fallon's gaze fell on Gareth's wing. Even though it was folded, she was able to just barely make out the sight of a fresh wound. "Oh my! Why didn't you tell us you were injured? I'm surprised your mother didn't bring it up either. Then again, she's probably in shock..."
"Gareth, come with me." Adina looked to Fallon for confirmation before continuing. "I will take you to my den and get you fixed up, then I'll introduce you to Larkin and his recruits."
As Saphia flew off, Fallon's gaze fell on Gareth's wing. Even though it was folded, she was able to just barely make out the sight of a fresh wound. "Oh my! Why didn't you tell us you were injured? I'm surprised your mother didn't bring it up either. Then again, she's probably in shock..."
"Gareth, come with me." Adina looked to Fallon for confirmation before continuing. "I will take you to my den and get you fixed up, then I'll introduce you to Larkin and his recruits."