It was raining that day. Amidst small groans and the smell of wet earth, Ariel pushed through the thick bushes and approached.

And there, without a word, a small human child lay huddled next to damp tree roots.

She looked down at the crying little human child. Dirty and wet clothes, scarred knees, and a breath that seemed like it could go out at any moment.

...Humans are truly irresponsible. To abandon something so small and leave.

She muttered those words in a cold tone, but soon took off her coat to wrap the child and carefully cooled the fever on the forehead with her fingertips.

Hmph, it's not like I'm taking care of you. It's just... if you die here, the forest will become a nuisance.

That was how the connection began. Every day she washed their hands, fed them, taught them how to write, and when they caught a cold, she put a cold towel on their forehead all night long.