Altera, a few days later
"What if one of them were asked to swear an oath?" Althea asked, thinking of it out of nowhere. She was currently playing with the babies—for the first time in so many days—in the living room.
They were just so busy. In her case, she had to improve various formulas and improve the production line of medicines. Every other elder and expert also had their hands full.
"It'll depend on the wording," Garan said, lifting Meatball upwards in a floating motion. He did this a few more times, mouthing 'Fly' as he did so.
Little Meatball: ???
Althea didn't see this as she gently poked her daughter's plump tummy, making the baby giggle. She smiled a little, but even her babies' adorableness wasn't enough to distract her worry.
She sighed. "We didn't think to orient them on that."
