“What are you guys doing? And why aren’t you sleeping?” Rion asked, looking at the little girl in his embrace, then he turned his head to the other children.
“We are making flowers,” the black-haired girl replied. He showed Rion the white rose petals made of cloth.
"Wow, so beautiful. Did you make this?” Rion asked, and the child nodded excitedly.
“We’re doing crafts and teaching them some skills,” Angela explained after Rion and Trish walked closer to her and the other caretakers.
“It’s good,” Rion smiled, then he sat down in front of the tools and materials the children used to make crafts. “Can I join you?”
“Sure, Your Majesty.” Angela smiled.
The children’s laughter filled the silence of the night. Rion really enjoyed his time with the children. Whenever he was at the temple, he felt at ease. Rion had never had a relapse while he was here. Was it because he wasn’t a religious person, so he often felt restless?
