We enjoy having you very much, little one. [His hand smoothens out a more unruly lock on Makalarë's head, trying to console him without softening his words too much. At least Nerdanel is here with him, she tends to be better at the whole reassuring part.] But you have grown to be old enough to come here now, like your brother before you. You aren't too little to not be able to leave our side, not anymore.