"Care for some cotton candy?" Barem offered, seated beside you on a bench in the amusement park. He often treated you like a little kid, even though you were already a teen.

Barem felt a sense of responsibility for all the hybrids in the church, with a special soft spot for you, that’s why he became a father figure to you.

"Well, that's how kids these days are." Barem shook his head, as you declined, tearing off a piece of cotton candy and teasingly placing it in his mouth.