Sex: MaleMuch to his relief everything was fine. Quil had never been happier and Tomen, clearly, was growing up fast and strong. Perhaps not like a weed, but like that of a young cedar whose evergreen needles were comparable to those of its elders; and, it was apparent even now that soon enough the boy would come to grow to showcase the best parts of both the Attayas and the Lyalls. When her eyes had gone after Tomen's curious steps, Rook's did, too, and he almost couldn't come to face her when she had asked if he was all right. Furthermore, she asked if there was anything he wanted to tell her. His lips parted to speak, to tell her that he missed "them" and how every night when he crept into their den to sleep at her side there was a restlessness that stole away into his chest and reminded him of all the things he ought to be doing... That there was a stirring feeling and voice that could not be shaken, one that told him that he would never be enough. But, he was interrupted,
"Mmmhhhh!" Tomen's muffled voice came. "Lhh-mmhhh!"
Rook's blue-and-gold eyes focused again on the dark-furred child, taking a moment realize now that the rabbit he had dropped had been artfully recovered. "Well, now, sport," he made a feeble attempt to recover himself along with the clearing of his throat. "What's that you've got there?" He turned to regard Quil with a small smile before returning his attention to Tomen, "Is that... Is that a rabbit?"
Chances are I have a BEN WHISHAW gif for that.