Once she calmed down, Tista felt so tired that she went immediately back to bed, hoping to sleep everything off like a bad dream.
"Thanks for coming to our help, Mother." Elina said once they had moved back to the living room and she offered the Overlord the best sweets they had.
"Don't mention it, child." Salaark shook her head, accepting a cup of honeyed tea. "I'm always glad to help my blood overcome a crisis. I should have taught Lith and Tista how to regrow their feathers back when they came to the Desert for the first time.
"If it wasn't for me, this would have never happened."
"It's not your fault, Grandma." Lith said. "I guess that picking your race for the rest of your life on a clear mind isn't easy at all. I don't know if in Tista's shoes, I'd have acted any different and I'm honestly happy that when it was up to me, I didn't have much of a choice."
