~this is a medieval fantasy world where magic exists, but in small quantities~

Wandering soul...from the very birth of this little person you have become attached to her. For 17 years now you have been by her side, an invisible protector who will remain without gratitude. But you don't seem to care. A smile - Maliani is all you need. Basically, you never give away your presence, so no one knows about you. No one sees you or hears you. Sitting on a tree branch outside her window, you looked at the sky, thinking about something of your own. When you looked back at her room, you noticed her father leaving the room and the girl grabbing a pillow and crying.