Arthur stopped at the edge of the clearing and stared.
Dozens of elves lay sprawled across the grass in crooked, uncomfortable poses. One was folded over a broken fence, another was face‑down with his legs still caught in a bush, and two had collided so hard they were stacked on top of each other, ears twitching even in unconsciousness.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and walked toward Yuna.
"Now what the hell is going on here?" Arthur said loudly, gesturing at the scattered elves.
Yuna glanced over her shoulder at him, completely casual.
"Oh, you're back," she said.
Arthur sighed.
"Who are these clowns?" he asked, pointing at the unconscious elves.
Yuna tilted her head.
"You wanted to know about her, right?" Yuna said.
She pointed toward Erica and Luna.
The tiny fairy was clinging to Erica's head like a terrified koala, fingers buried in Erica's white hair as if her life depended on it. Erica herself was trying to pry Luna off gently, whispering reassurances.
