Kamila didn't like to act behind her husband's back but she knew how much Lith was still hurting from the end of the war.
Jormun the Emerald Dragon had entrusted his son to Lith, but he could barely stand the presence of the child for a few minutes before the images of Phloria's death flashed in front of his eyes.
"Don't be silly." Salaark pinched Kamila's cheek. "I can use some help and so do you. It takes two to make a child and a village to raise him."
Valeron the Second was upset by the sudden change of his environment and started shapeshifting from his human to his Bahamut form non-stop. As she always did during her visits, Kamila shapeshifted her hands and cheeks, covering them in black scales.
The moment they touched Valeron's white scales, the affinity between the Dragon bloodlines allowed them to share their deepest emotions. The baby perceived Kamila's care and affection while she experienced his distress.
