It would be simpler, far simpler, to change his manifestation to something more imposing and show the child what he is. It is, somehow, not possible. Nhodd pauses, considering. He is still not certain this is the problem he is meant to address, nor that he is addressing it correctly. He is certain that the child is incorrect in his assertions and should not be left to suffer under such delusions.

"You shouldnae speak untruths," he admonishes the mortal, taking another step closer, bringing himself within arm's reach, dark eyes trained on the other boy's face.