Elena nodded innocently, completely unaware of why this "ordinary roasted bird" had caused such a drastic change in everyone's expressions.
"Yeah, it was made by my father! He just cooked it and sent it to me—it was still warm when I got it!"
"You… your father…" Yevna crouched down with a gentle expression, pulling out a silk handkerchief to wipe the grease from the corners of Elena's mouth. "Your mother here would really like to meet him sometime… I'd love to pay my respects to the strongest man on the continent."
"There's no need to rush your food. With your mother here, no one will dare steal your meal."
Though it was just a small gesture, Elena's heart was touched. She'd never had a mother growing up, and the warmth in Yevna's voice made her eyes sparkle.
So this… is what it feels like to be cared for?
Is this what people call… motherly love?
Elena has a mother now!
It was just a pity… her adoptive mother wasn't her father's partner.
