The Cloud Whale drew to a stop right in front of Rowan, his large eyes looking at him in supplication and relief. Tremors flowed through his body as he struggled to keep the last of his mind in place, his mouth struggled to open to speak, but his flesh had been fused by the corruption that was eating it alive.
"Be still little one," Rowan said, and placed his hand on the snout of the Cloud Whale, he was less than eight feet tall at this point, but somehow his touch seemed to encompass the entirety of the Cloud Whale, "You have done well, you have kept my son safe, now let's get this old leech off you. I shall make a tasty dinner out of him to boost your body."
