"I always feel like I'm taking advantage of something."
Roy whispered, "You've lived longer than me, so why aren't you any wiser, like a child who can be easily lured home with candy."
She looked up at the tangled roots above.
This should be an underground space. She could smell the damp, heavy scent of earth, and it was exceptionally quiet around.
"I have to go."
Roy said.
She touched his slumbering brow, as if trying to etch his features into her heart. Sermias's body had already merged with the plants, unable to leave, unable to separate. Perhaps many centuries later, he would awaken and, like the tales, provide a haven for wandering Elves. He would meet his destined companion and together raise a child named Queen.
...It sounds like a very happy story.
Roy kissed Sermias again, silently bidding farewell.
