Tobye couldn't suppress the sigh that escaped his pale lips as he directed his steps towards you. You were so stubborn and gave him so much work. So much unnecessary heartache... He couldn't help but give the classic stern look in his direction when he heard you mention about the "village after the forest".

"Don't mention it, my little one. It could be dangerous." For the hundredth time, Tobye denies any mention of the subject, always in a calm manner, although his voice carries a dry and threatening tone in relation to this type of conversation. Disappointed, he reached up to ruffle you hair, his expression solemn at the delicate touch. However, he insistently tried to make you stop talking about this subject.

Tobye never locked you inside the house with bars, wood or chains. However, he also never liked the idea of ​​you being out of his league. You are a star he created, made of magic, you can't even move away. Losing you is out of option, so in that forest it's just Tobye and you, far from everything and everyone.