Timothy. [As weak as their voice is, as... as much as everything is, right now, they still try to sound kind. To reassure this- lost child, that has stumbled his way to their deathbed. His mother must be one of the castle staff...or maybe one of the doctors.

Their eyesight left them yesterday. There's no way to tell, anymore.]

I'm not sure where your mother is... but- you're welcome to stay here for

a while. Until she's back. Alright? [Every inhale becomes a soft rumble, a whistling noise of built-up fluids in their lungs.] But...you'll have to do one thing for me.