After we spent hours upon hours at the orphanage, it was finally time to walk back to the Palace to have dinner with 'our' Father, the elf king.
Even though we had spent our time doing various plays ranging from the mild hide-and-seek, skipping rope, and sandcastle building to full-on climbing and sparring, our body didn't feel tired even one bit. Instead, I kind of felt refreshed.
Not my mental health though, I wanted to get out of this body as soon as possible. One moment I felt all warm and fuzzy while playing with the kids, and the next moment I remembered that most likely, some of them were already dead. Particularly Harith, which I killed with my own hands.
The more I learned about how Nym loved peanut butter and how Callael was allergic to cow's milk, even though he loved ice cream so much, the harder it was for me to de-attach myself from them.
