Momentarily surprised, not certain how to process the request, he’s frozen still longer than he would like to admit before nodding. Cyrus should be fine, he hoped, small arms around the man’s neck loosely as he holds on as carefully as he can.
“I think so?”
The question is hesitant, unsure.
Heidi whined at all the movement going on, but when she opened her eyes, she saw her brother right in front of her clinging onto Cyrus. The baby faun curiously reached her arm out and pat her hand on Azlariel.
"That’s good." I assured him, smiling a little. "Just a little tighter - I’ve got to have one hand free. I don’t want you to fall."
When Heidi whined, I looked back down, tickling her plump cheek gently. “It’s alright dear one.” My smile spread as she reached for Azlariel’s arms where they were wrapped around my neck.
"Ready?" I asked him, shifting to stand and move to the ladder.