Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-25808351-20181007165126

(Doc) Layoka very well capable of feeding herself. At the age of 8 and use to taking care of herself, Layoka surprisingly (to Imperia) does not protest at all to being fed by Ferra. The small Dhampir opens wide and takes the spoonful of porridge. Layoka grimaces slightly, it tastes bland in comparison to the exquisite meals Armata has spoiled her to. But without any further hesitation she swallows and is ready for more.

Imperia stops her every movement and thought, simply watching as the iron Golem displays such profound maternal qualities for a child she hardly knows. Layoka eats every bit and once the bowl is empty, she accidentally lets out a small burp.

“Thank you, Ms.Ferra.” She Layoka bows instinctively and her forehead dips into the soup foam of the tub. As she returns to a normal sitting position, there is a large blob of foam to her forehead. Imperia giggles for the first time in a month.