What a strange noise coming out of this giant dude. He glances up in surprise when he hears that giggling, and he can't help making a deeply amused noise of his own, snorting softly. He squeezes Garrot's shoulder again, and then a little lower down, giving his bicep a teasing pinch.

"That's what I've got you big, strong men for normally," he purrs, wondering how much of that is going to get through the other's brain fog. Even if he doesn't get it or doesn't remember it later, it's still fun for him. It keeps him focused, and he turns his attention back to the path, shifting the kid up on his hip again.

"Age?" he repeats back, not fully understanding the question. Whose age? His age? The kid's age? It doesn't even occur to him that Garrot might be asking about his own child honestly, but he answers all the same as he describes how old he thinks this kid is, "They look like they've seen a few springs. They're big. Maybe close to, uh..." he trails off, mumbling a couple words under his breath in wild elf language, before awkwardly offering in slightly stiff Amarosian, "《Almost pubescent? You know, too old to be a child, but not old enough to be a teenager?》 Uh, your little one is nearly that age, right?"