And Nai Leiyun knew that bringing Laminia to Kario was a good idea, as Laminia had started to feel better and more strong and confident in her own skin and heart. And Laminia thought it was terrific, as Kario was very helpful and kind, so he gave compliments and assistance for her work.

Slowly, over time, Laminia could feel her self-esteem piece together, her heart growing a little more as she finally touched that confidence. How Laminia and Nai Leiyun felt so overjoyed.

And how different this was for Leiyun's situation.

In the case of a "grown-up" like her, she should feel confident.

But Leiyun felt just as insecure as Laminia had. How can I keep the family together? Why are the food I make lacking the quality that others have? In the Bakery, was she even doing anything right there? She'd constantly get criticized.

She rolled the dough in the kitchen with the other grown-ups, flour all over her dress and her freckled face. Her insecurity of holding it all together covered her as the flour did. The other bakers' voices boomed in her ear every so often–of demands, of orders, and needles that poked and poked at her confidence.

And so, in this life, where she chased so desperately of a grown-up, what was it when her strong nature shattered on the inside?

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How happy did Kario feel when he was just simply helping out a child? He wasn't sure. He felt elated, joyed that he was able to make someone else feel joyed. He was like a dolphin–constantly moving around to be there. And with a glowing fire for doing so.

And he couldn't help but marvel at her hair, helping her up to reach her own shelf of confidence.

Kario plucked his mini-harp to Laminia, off-tune and in-tune and joyful and staccato, as she clapped in glee. He didn't fully grasp it yet, but he was getting there. It was a time he could use to hone his skills and help another.

What a happy time it was for them, indeed. Both giving smiles and kindness mutually.

And what a time it was for Heski, venturing alone into the Throne House. He was a stubborn camel in front of her. Using nothing but his tongue as a weapon, while Valencia Qa had one that could literally slice him in half.