A few days have passed since I've met the Gods in the Divine Realm. Because there's something call time-displacement, I actually slept for days while I conversed with the gods for barely 30 minutes.
I don't know how that happened, but during that time, a lot of things have happened.
Since the dwarves were still making the elevator to the Treasure Room, some of them forged me a baby crib using the bones from my wings. While it was apparently an odd request, they had no problem doing it.
The feathers on the other hand were the most critical part. I had them plucked out and turn them into a pillow and bedding for Kaela.
But not only that, Sir Gevron had some of the extract of my wing's blood turned into a fake stretchy nipple for a baby bottle for Kaela's exclusive use just in case she releases charges while feeding.
So far, everything that I wanted to do for Kaela had been met. I have no problem with leaving her on Elena's care.
