Of Security in Memories (джен)

When, suddenly, that memory of security returns to him abruptly, this time from the other perspective, as the child let out a cry of alarm and, instinctively, he surged forward to wrap his arm around his waist.
 
*AKA* I couldn't stop thinking about how the Weeping Monk held Squirrel protectively on the horse, and what the Weeping Monk's backstory could have been like, so this was born.