He shakes his head no, pulling back to wipe at his eyes with his hands as his crying gets worse. For the first time in a very long time he wants to see Mother and Father. He wants to be in a home, safe in there arms and he can't be and he never will be again and it hurts. He feels so small.

"But I-I couldn't save her, and she wouldn't listen and I couldn't do anything to make her stop." He slips into elvish, he knows both languages well, but there's something about the soft fluid sounds of the elven tongue that give him comfort. They remind him of being held in her arms and sung to. Even Father had known their language, and although in the village common was all he spoke at home to them it was Elven that came from his tongue,