Inside the Temple

“Would you like some help?”

“Pardon?”

Elenora's eyes widened.

Before she could answer Enya's bold suggestion, Tarmin leapt in, looking horrified.

“Hey! What are you talking about? We agreed not to fight!”

“What? Who said anything about fighting? I just can't stand by and do nothing as a citizen of Quaalid—mmph!”

Tarmin shook his head as if he couldn't bear to hear another word and clamped a hand over Enya's mouth.

“Um, I'm sorry. She must've eaten something she shouldn't have! She grew up half-starved, you see. I'm really sorry!”

“Mmph, who's half-starved, you—mmph!”

“Just hold still!”...