“It is, a bit,” he admitted. “My soul has become heavy with sins through the ages... But hear my vow that I will never allow harm to come to our son. You and Hythlodaeus, I cannot lose you again.”

He picked Aza back up, wiping the broth off his face, watching the fur stick together in points. He held the dragonet close to his chest closing his eyes and dropping his chin as he begun to softly sing a foreign lullaby.