After the other elves had left, Sherlock and Lily came over with the Grey Saintess.
Upon seeing the fruits that Aiwass was holding, Sherlock's eyebrows quirked up, "Interesting."
Although he did not know exactly what had happened, he had a rough idea of what had just transpired.
Cardinal Matilda carefully picked up a fruit and placed it in her mouth.
She chewed slowly and thoughtfully, unconsciously furrowing her brow.
"Is it very sour?"
Aiwass asked, observing her expression.
Driven by a subtle psychology, he was quite concerned about the taste of the fruit that had grown on his body.
He had never imagined he would have the self-perception of a laying hen... A situation that had never crossed Aiwass's mind before.
"...It's alright."
