"It's okay, it's not like we'll be parting for long," Zein spoke softly, caressing the twins shaking on his chest.
They pushed onto him, nuzzled him, diving into his coat as if they wanted to hide behind him rather than lodging themselves in the ship. They truly seemed like children in this way; even the elemental spirits came and patted the twins in consolation. Perhaps because the twins were there when the dungeon was 'freed' the first time, there was a bond between them.
And that was why, Zein decided to put the twins on the ship instead of the previously sleeping shard--who would be placed on the plains's watchtower.
"Listen," Zein held the twins, looking at them with a mix of gentle gaze and spoke in a firm tone as if they were truly children. "Don't you want to help me?"
He couldn't believe he used the same trick he had done to his younger brothers every time he was going on a long dungeon excursion, but there he was.
