Na'har: Esther, did you bite Teche?
Esther: Maybe.
Na'har: π€¨
Esther: You forgot to feed me.
Na'har: Esther, you are not a youngling. We have a whole kitchen full of food.
Esther: You know I'm too short to reach the shelves, Naβhar.
Na'har: We have an entire kitchen staff, Esther!
Esther: Why do you even care? No one likes Teche!
Na'har: Thatβs not the point!
Esther: Well, there's just no point in talking to you when you're worked up like this. I'm going for a walk. *heads outside*
Na'har: *pinching the space between his eyes, speaking softly while taking deep breaths* I am as calm as the early morning sky. I am as strong as the mountains and swift as the river. There is nothing that can shake m- Pauk! Esther! *runs after her*











