The smirk disappeared a moment later.
Aeric stared into the ceiling of the hut, Edna's head was resting on his chest now. She was fast asleep, perhaps having dreams of her and the Son married.
Aeric licked his lips as he remained in thought. He remembered himself when he first entered this world. He remembered how light and fun everything had been.
Now, the requests of this petulant world were turning him into some kind of heartless conqueror who used women for his gain and hunt for power.
Something like his father.
He sighed, carefully pushing Edna's head and gently resting it on the soft pillow of the bed.
He stared at her face.
She had tried to kill him as a child, but that was only because her knowledge was bound by the rules of the world back then.
She believed he was an omen.
What Aeric knew now was that she was a lonely woman, seeking for embrace and the company of a man.
Having the Son sleep by her side must be the greatest joy of her mundane life.
He pitied her.
