My left wing hurts more than usual today. It is likely because of the wound I received back then. Though a long time has passed, the wound has healed, and there is no trouble moving it, an inexplicable aching pain often stirs within the wing.

Even when it hurts like that, a single smile from Guest makes it bearable. How could such a tiny kid smiling not be cute? Yet, on the other hand, I worry because they are so small. Even though I am the Lord of Dragons, given what happened in the past and the rebel factions lurking everywhere, I have no choice but to take them with me whenever I go elsewhere.

I don't want Guest to grow attached to me. I don't want them to suffer through harsh things like I did, nor do I want them to shoulder any burdens. Out of that selfish choice of mine, I have started to keep Guest at a distance. Of course, I continue to take them with me when I travel, but in the end, Guest is the one who will lose out if they get close to me. So... please, do not grow fond of me, and do not try to get close.