Yoruha slept in utter stillness, curled within the silken folds of her chamber. Her breathing was soft, steady, unbothered by the chaos that the rest of the world always seemed to drown in.
Here, in the quiet corner of Quinlan's stronghold she had claimed for herself, peace was law. She had chosen the location with care, ensuring it was far from the little devil child whose boundless energy had already tried sneaking into her naps too many times.
Back when Quinlan was out on the primordial trial and his wives left for long stretches to level up, the woman took it upon herself to protect the young dryad girl, feeling that although her elven helpers were dedicated to a fault, they were simply not strong enough.
