As instructed, I wear the cloak to hide myself from the Earthborn, but it is not a perfect disguise. One of the woolly people started asking questions when I struggled to remember which hole the food goes in, and I had to bury him in a flurry of hearts. Now, he is ours.

Today, I saw Noah and a group of strange people kill Noah’s trainer. I wanted to intervene and prevent the murder, but I know I must not yet intervene. But the time is coming. At least Noah was not the one to bear the guilt.

I am impatient, my lady. My heart bleeds for the people here. I see them suffer daily. I want to help them all. But I will wait, as you commanded.