Chapter 293: my child is my child no matter what shape they take
Vrida had chosen a spot for her nest, I had brought Ignis to make its own cave, and still...Jade hadn’t woken up.
I had toiled with many prototype outfits, speed-learning the language of the druid from Lesta, and even involving myself more in the planning of the ceremony. Natha took me out on another date, and would take a walk with me more often. Everything to distract me from the worry of having to wait for my little bird; sleeping, unmoving.
It was getting harder after two weeks passed. I had this horrible thought that it would be better if Jade was sleeping from sickness. At the very least, in that case, I would know what to do, and I could see if the situation was getting better or getting worse.
"Is this...how you feel when I was in a coma back then?" I asked Natha, who was only responding with a subtle smile and a caressing hand.
Oh...I guessed that was it. That or worse. Mm...he didn’t even have an assurance from D’Ara like me, so he would have been in even more distress at that time. With this thought, I scooted closer to him and buried my face in his chest.
"I’m sorry," I whispered. Even though I knew it wasn’t my fault back then, I couldn’t help but feel guilty. Perhaps I had been too dismissive of people’s concern about me.
I felt his lips on the top of my head, and I sighed into his embrace, falling into a nice sleep I rarely had these days. Perhaps that was why, I was so startled when Panne came to the bedroom in a hurry the next morning, and for a full minute, I could only blink confusedly at him with sleepy, bleary eyes.
"Young Master!"
"Huh? What?"
It took me a while to realize that Panne’s expression was a bit weird. Was it agitation? Shock? I couldn’t discern it much because I was too sleepy, although the sunlight had poured generously into the bedroom.
"Young Master, I think you need to check on Sir Jade right now," Panne said hurriedly.