Saeril glanced at him with a corner of her eye. Touch the stars? She didn't think that was possible; on truth, she's never done it. "Unfortunately, I've never been that high, to be honest", just by the thought of it, she looke up at those said-stars. Remarkably, the youngest godson wasn't at all tired, and she could only hope that if she, or his brother, asked him to go to sleep, she wouldn't be so sure on assuming that he would. When she heard him mention about battle, she had one of her elegant arms go around his head, and pull, allowing him to lean against her with her wing completely the embrace, wrapping itself like a blanket for him. "Nothing can stop me", she finally answered, stroking the hide of his head, as a mother would comfort a child. She missed Dis, certainly. The she-elf was trusted by their mother; even to the brink of death, Saeril promised to protect them. That was her destiny now...