I'm Going to Try My Hand at Politics, Too

Back home, I told the Cradle that Priella was coming, and it swayed its branches.

“Are you that happy?”

Rustle!

It seemed there was something that instinctively drew it to elves.

Just telling it Priella was coming had been enough to make it sway its branches happily.

“I don't think you've ever welcomed Daddy that much.”

The leaves that had been swaying at my words stopped, and one of the Cradle's branches crept over to stroke the back of my hand.

It seemed to be trying to soothe me.

“It's okay. Daddy's not sulking.”

A little while later, there was a knock at the door...