The new cold chains of Ki'Amura's bond in my head stood out in a different way. Where love and happiness was the foundation of each of my other bonds, giving them a pleasant undertone, Ki'Amura's bond radiated sadness and pain, making it a cold and depressing ever present beacon in my mind.

I arrived in the kitchen and while noting the strength and direction of my bond to Ki'Amura, I started packing Diamiutar's cooking into baskets to carry.

The smell was phenomenal. Elven cuisine was amazing. From what I'd seen, elves didn't have to eat much, and what they did eat they wanted to be as pleasing to the senses...