MOTHER KNOWS BEST ☆ checkups

[MYERS]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]Roan was a good kid - better than him at doing his job, Ahab was sure. Where the bear was prone to distance and more likely to wait for trouble to find him, Roan was, in the interest of doing the right thing, prone to seeking it out. (Of course, these were basic duties of their crew, but Roan would always be small and vulnerable in his eyes.) At least this time, the child wasn't wandering the borders and talking to strangers, but taking a step to ensure that his clanmates were safe.

...Something that Ahab, once again, had failed to think of. But rather than feel any sort of jealousy, that Roan was perhaps better suited to the elder role, the other Sage merely decided that he'd give Roan a good clap on the back as he approached. "'M here." He wasn't going to resolve himself to a background role when, even with Roan taking charge, his help was needed as well.

It didn't matter that he ached to the bone, that burns riddled his pelt where the blast had met him head on. He'd heal. He always did - he was meant to survive the worst, a tank in every sense of the term. The scars that already littered his skin, pockmarked with stitching scars, were a testament to his resilience. He would heal himself after the others were safe, and he would not let Roan tell him otherwise.