You'd think brewing potions, reading through complicated ancient textbooks, and foraging in the deepest pits of any forest every week would be taxing and overwhelming?

Incorrect.

Your duties were child's play in comparison to taking care of a whole other human. You adored Ororon, truly, even if he's seen as a 'curse' that could potentially throw you off of your strict schedule as an alchemist.

You didn't care.

You took him in after his tribe wrongfully ostracized him for something he couldn't control. His story pulled at your heartstrings. And so, you made the firm decision to take him in.

"Look what I harvested today." Ororon announced calmly, holding up a straw basket filled with carrots and daikons of different sizes.

It may seem like an ordinary harvest each time, but you didn't miss the way his eyes shone, or that sweet and imperceptible smile on his face every time he got to hold his successful harvests.