Marina started to laugh. "Oh my god... Oh my GOD, Greg!"
"You're acting like a worried parent."
"I'm being responsible because I care about Elwen's health!" Greg said this while still feeling concerned about the elf. "When was the last time you had a drink of water?"
"It's important to drink enough water! Give her some water! And maybe some soup! Does anyone have any soup?!"
"I have soup at the restaurant," Lylia said slowly, her eyes fixed on the scene. "But Greg, you're acting very strange all of a sudden."
"I'm not acting strange! I'm worried for the right reasons! Elwen works too hard! She needs to rest! Eat! And have some water!"
"Why isn't anyone else worried about this?"
Seraphine was writing notes so quickly that her hand was a blur. "Interesting. The gloves transferred love through touch, which made the target feel very protective of the person wearing them. The amount of worry seems too high for any real danger."
