Chapter 43

Elara turned over and curled up on the couch, hugging her legs like an injured kitten would. This was a fetal position commonly adopted in the womb, often appearing when one felt insecure. Was she feeling unsafe? Eryndor lay beside her, feeling puzzled. How could he make her feel secure? His usually emotionless eyes reflected a trace of confusion. Mimicking the mammals of this world, he lay beside Elara's lap. He folded his arms and buried his head between them, unconsciously copying her posture. What exactly was an insecure feeling? Creatures like him never lacked a sense of security, nor do they need one. Emotion, in their eyes, was a meaningless concept. As his consciousness drifted, subtle changes began to take place. His injured tail started to heal rapidly on its own, though the process was a long one. This unconscious self-protection mechanism made Eryndor look slightly different. His hair gradually grew a strange golden sheen, like the phosphorescent dust from a butte