Micolash's face and smile, upon hearing the question, twitches and then drops. It gradually becomes a look of disappointed sadness as he leans back again into a less imposing sitting position.

"...No. No, Mergo likely remains in the Nightmare. With his Wet Nurse that I'd appointed." Well, that wasn't ALL him. Him and the being that defends the babe have a strange relationship to begin with. One where he does not have any authority over her but she obeyed him regardless. Tense, that. "If not the Nightmare, then..."

His face crumples worse with that sadness in the pause. He looks truly mournful, regretful. "I failed protecting him and all he stood for! If the hunter was able to cleave me down, so relentless with their assault... No matter how many times I saw them burnt or strangled, they would keep. Coming. Back. I treated it like a game and look what that cost me. I am here! And not in the Nightmare of Mensis where I belong!"

If the audience with Mergo was one of the greatest moments in his life, whatever this is clearly a crushing low in contrast. Micolash swings so easily from extremes, now looking despondent as he twists at his own fingers.