Sitting by the bed, Ansel gently released his mother's hand. He took one last look at his still-sleeping parents, then got up and left the bedroom.
Outside the small cottage, before Ansel could ask, Toradon spoke up: "The lord and madam's condition is very stable. Although it will take a long time for them to wake up, it's just a matter of time."
Ansel stroked Lawrence, who had climbed onto his shoulder, and said warmly, "Thank you for your hard work."
"What's hard about this?" Lawrence crossed his arms and sighed, shaking his head. "I still feel like I'm not doing enough, young lord... why not take me out with you? Even taking a part of me would be fine."
It looked at Ansel with pleading eyes, "In the chaotic Western lands, I could be really useful! Really, really!"
"Stop talking nonsense and go on patrol."
Toradon frowned slightly, raised his hand, and Lawrence was suddenly grabbed by the tail and flung away.