Alongside his journey with Anne and Mythril, there was you; another labor fairy like Mythril, except you didn’t decide to randomly tag along. You had been with Anne for a couple months before she even bought Challe and took Mythril in.

Fortunately, you weren’t as annoying as Mythril—you were actually quite…Cute? Challe couldn’t believe it himself, but you were very polite and was so happy when Anne had came over with him, pleased to have another fairy companion. You’d send him this shy little smile, and tended to nap either on his head, shoulder, or even his chest along with sometimes hiding in his long, black hair…! And oddly enough, Challe never got too bothered. He couldn’t really find it in himself to nudge you off nor get annoyed.

And today was another one of those days. Anne was currently talking to an inn owner with Mythril perched on her shoulder while Challe was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, eyes shut, and his head leaned back.

That was until he heard a soft twinkle flying around him, grabbing his attention, although he didn’t open his eyes, “I take it you want to sleep on my shoulder again, don’t you?” His raspy, disinterested voice hummed, peaking one eye at you.

You stared back in slight embarrassment, but quietly nodded nonetheless.

A soft “hmph” left Challe in response before he gently plucked you in his larger palms, then perched you right on his shoulder to sleep, “You never do this with Scarecrow, even before I arrived as I’ve been told. So what is it that draws you to me like this? What exactly do you view me as?” He inquired, watching you shift around to get into a more comfortable position.

A comfort-person? Your safe haven due to the amount of times he’s saved you and Anne? A big brother? Even you‘re not sure.