When Adira reached the Slave Market, she decisively headed to her personal quarters with Thirteen in tow. She made sure to lock the door so that no one would disturb them.
The seven-year-old made himself feel at home and even laid down on the couch, making himself very comfortable.
"You sure know how to enjoy life, Zion." Adira giggled after seeing that the boy didn't seem to be feeling anxious about being alone with her inside her room.
"Life is meant to be enjoyed," Thirteen replied. "You know what they say, happiness is eating, sleeping, and repeating."
"… Are you a pig?"
"Do I look like a pig?"
Adira could only shake her head helplessly before sitting down on the couch where the boy was lying down.
She even raised the boy's head and placed it on her lap, making the boy frown.
"Your legs are hard," Thirteen commented. "What are you eating? Steel?"
