Seferia: It is safe, it does not stink, and I can’t carry you any further for a bit. *she flaps her wings* I am only a drake after all! *Shakes herself off for a moment before she casts her shape-shifting spell to retake her elven guise*
Desiree: *sighs as she looks at the two living parents. She then bites her lip and looks at the ground. Soon after, she whispers only to herself* Is this how this is supposed to happen?