Valeron didn't like consuming Life Maelstrom. Even though he was just a baby and had never faced any real danger, Valeron instinctively knew that his measly reserve of silver lightning was his lifeline.
That by using it, he could make himself or one of his parents faster and stronger in order to fight or escape. He had no problem helping Quylla with her research because he trusted her and because it took place in the Verhen Mansion.
Surrounded by his family and in the familiar environment of his house, Valeron felt safe and confident. Helping a couple of strangers in a weird cave was another matter entirely.
"Dad?" Valeron clung to Lith.
"Yes, son?" Lith gave the baby boy his hand and Valeron entrusted a spark of Life Maelstrom to him.
"Gods, I feel awful." Faluel sat on the nearest pile of gold while holding her head. "I'm so bad even a baby can't trust me further than he can throw me."
"I hear that." Ajatar exhaled sharply.
