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Gideon slumped himself against the dead beast once more, when they had finally returned to Dawn. Even for one accustomed to traveling with a heavy load, dragging that large hunk of iron around was a large effort. He almost wondered if this was how it felt to drag an unconscious Raam around.

Looking up, he noticed Raelzeth still standing about, not looking to greet her father despite the successful haul they had brought in. 

"[color=95A5A6]What's troubling you, Raelzeth?[/color]" Gideon asked, standing himself up. "[color=95A5A6]Not too keen on greeting your father?[/color]"

Walking towards the child, Gideon would hesitate for a moment before giving her a pat on the shoulder.

"[color=95A5A6]We wouldn't have gotten this much iron if it wasn't for you, you know. I'm sure Asvar would be proud of that.[/color]" Gideon spoke, doing his best to sound reassuring. He was never quite good with feelings, or with children, but he still tried his best. After all, it is indeed true that they would not have found this haul of iron if it wasn't for Raelzeth's particular talents.

"[color=95A5A6]Don't think your father has heard us yet, if you don't want to see him just yet.[/color]"