
He kind of hoped whatever new life he was carrying would also have strong convictions and stick to them like Withered. He himself was a little too easily distracted at times, though maybe being go with the flow wasn't too bad? Maybe they'd be both. He could hope they'd be a balanced mix of their personalities. That'd be really nice. "I really hope they're a mix of us...willing to stick to their convictions but also easy going..." words sighed out tiredly.
He sat down a moment to gather his thoughts and rest, realizing he tired out more than he'd like, too easily. As he sat there he watched an iguana crawl over his legs, and pause in front of him staring at him intently before it wandered away with a flick of it's tail, a feeling of peace falling over him.
Guardian stared at the buck as he lay there resting May the MotherFather bring you all you hope for your children. That they know when to bend, and when to hold firm. she thought at him, before she scurried off on her way to who knew where, but content in knowing she'd been able to help another child of the swamp.
