That familiar way of his sight pestered Cera, he had an airy-fairy face, not a manly feature to be recognized as a male! Positively, this man did not mock or ask, but clearly was not sure if that is a boy or girl.
Cera chopped two apples and walked to the horses. Although had a sack of alfalfa he wanted to do it for tanking them. It was not their choice to be there and feeding them well was the at least he could do.
Tae brought a pan to fry the sausages. John left them light supplies; surely, the elves were rushing and trying to avoid any waste of time. In the meantime, Dorthon was pretending that he had no attention on them but those peeks used to snare him, quite had been taking them under watch.
"Humans are endearing! He thinks that we are not noticing that he is stalking us!" Cera murmured to the horses and grinned.
