As if on cue, the silver-haired elf appeared on the ship where Drayce and Slayer were standing. The two men could not help but look down towards what Yorian was carrying in his arms.
"Not like we won't provide you with meals here that you went to get food for yourself," Drayce commented as he looked at the bunch of freshly-plucked coconuts.
"This is not for me, but for the one who will be seasick soon," Yorian answered as a few more things appeared in his hands out of thin air. "These as well."
Drayce jumped down from the base of the mast as he spoke, "My wife sure is collecting the people who would take care of her even before she asks."
That statement was meant for both Slayer and Yorian.
"As a senior, it is only natural that I take care of the younger generation," Yorian clarified. "I would do the same to you, but you aren't as pleasing to the eyes as your wife."
