Whipping his head toward Fian, Gara felt the irony sink in.
The elf only spoke when it came to this, when it was about staying with him. That alone proved how desperately Fian wanted to remain by his side.
"…Alright. You'll come with us. But let's promise to look out for each other." Gara placed both hands firmly on Fian's shoulders.
The elf nodded, determined, though his eyes still shimmered with unshed tears.
Together, they finished packing.
They didn't own much, but Gara's jars and experiment tools took up plenty of space. Those would be shipped ahead to their Merchant House office in town.
The rest was mostly baby supplies—lots of them. Toys, a washbasin, tiny clothes of different styles and functions, almost all designed by Gara and crafted by Fian.
It would be a waste to leave them behind. If they couldn't carry everything, they'd send them to the Merchant House as well.
Speaking of which, Gara quickly contacted their manager, Hilda.
