If the little forest behind the house inside his dimensional pocket really could provide tree energy, then the triplets wouldn't have to face so many risks anymore.
With a faint but hopeful smile, Gara picked up his eldest baby. Just as he was about to step into the dimensional pocket, the door opened, revealing Fian, standing there with a guilty look.
"Sorry…" he muttered, like a puppy caught sneaking food.
Gara immediately understood why he looked like that.
"There's no need to apologize. If all of you feel guilty, then as the triplets' father, I'd only feel it a hundred times worse." Gara met his eyes steadily. "No one could have predicted what would happen."
"Come on, don't make the longing face. I've got to cheer myself up, not end up cheering other people." Gara teased with a grin.
Fian flinched slightly. He looked up, about to apologize again, only to be greeted by Gara's soft laughter.
