We have been trying to figure out what the numbers mean. They're in sections, with dashes between them. There is a group of three, a dash, three more, another dash and the last four.

"This is fun," he mumbles.

"How?"

"Uncovering secrets. It's fun."

I flop on the bed. Sitting became too exhausting. What was the human trying to tell us? Does he need help with something? I'm too confused and stressed to figure this out.

I'm still covered in dirt, mud. I feel disgusting and I have no clothes to change- oh, I do, my dress. That helped some.

"Do you think the human needs help?"

He shrugs.

"Would I be a bad person if I didn't try to help?"

"Not if you can't."

"Can I?"

"Probably not."

I look at his pretty, wet hair. It's shiny and silver now. The shorter hair blending in with the longer hair. He folds the paper into a super tiny square, gets up and throws it in the garbage bin. He looks at me for a few seconds, shaking his head after turning back around.

"You're a mess."

"You too."

He takes off his jacket and holds his hand to me, closing and opening it. I hold out my hand. He pulls the sleeve. Oh. I take off my jacket and hand it to him.

"I want to figure out how the television works."

He opens the other door connected to the room, on edge before walking in. I see the weird waterfall contraption. He walks out, empty handed and sits on the bed, the normal way. His legs lay over mine with his ankles crossed. I should stop laying horizontally on the bottom of beds.

"Why?"

"Because humans love them and they're everywhere; I want to see why there is the obsession."

He hums before getting the book from the bag and reading it. He must love that book. Next time I run away to explore, I'll take more things with me. I could just bring him with me. He must have experience with this.

"You know, the man was trying to wed his hand and mine."

"Is that so?"

He flips the page on the book. The sound echoes in the quiet room. The outside of the room is loud, but not in here.

"Yep. I was shocked."

"Doesn't he know that you need your hand?"

"That's what I was thinking. Humans are confusing."

He nods. I pull my legs from under him and walk over to the television. It is on top of a table that is right above my hip. I don't want to hurt his ears again.

"Do you think the humans would tell us how to work it?"

"Possibly."

"Come with me."

"Why?"

"I don't want to get kidnapped again."

He pulls a knife from under his sleeve and holds it out to me. I walk over and take it. He looks up at me.

"Good luck."

He goes back to reading. I stand here for a moment, trying to see if he's messing with me. To no avail, he doesn't get up. I whisk out of the room with my bare feet, dense anxiety, longing for home and this knife.

They might not help a knife holding elf that is slowly deteriorating. I put the knife against my skin, letting the waistband of my pants hold it as I walk down the stairs. Once I get to the entrance, I see the same man. He's sitting in a black chair that's swaying side to side. He's looking at the mini television in his hand. It is a really small television.

I walk in front of the counter and wave at him to follow me as soon as he looks up.

"Do you need help with anything?"

I nod and gesture at him to follow me again. He makes a facial expression I've never seen before and gets up. All the humans on the other side of the counter look at me like I'm a weirdo. They're weirdos.

He gets up and follows me as I walk away. Feels weird being followed but he shall teach me how to work the television and we won't be bored anymore. Unless it's boring. Then we shall stay forever in silence and boredom. The knife keeps poking me every time I move my leg. Darn knife.

Once at the room, I open the door and walk in. They're so fancy with the weird keys that are plastic squares. Even just keys are weird. Why do humans need to be so secretive? If a door is closed, let it be.

The man looks at Sylvian weirdly. Even the humans think he's beautiful. He glimpses at me before going back to reading his book. One day I will find out what's in that book.

I turn back to the man who seems so confused and disappointed. Does he want a unicorn too? I point at the television.

"Is it broken?" He walks to the magic thing and pushes a button on the side. The flat part changes to the magic pictures. The humans trapped inside are saying some weird things. I would ask him so many questions, but he doesn't understand me. Language barriers at their worst.

I do hand signals to try and show my confusion about the machine, but he faces me, even more confused. After some time, he figures it out.

"Do you want to know how to work the TV?"

I nod.

"How do you not know how to work a TV?"

I shrug. He grabs a little contraption that is full of weird shape buttons.

"This is the power button; it turns the TV on or off. These are the volume buttons; they control how loud it is. These buttons change the channels, so you keep pushing it till you find something you like. There are also these buttons that let you search what you want or go to other apps."

He has pointed to so many things, frying my brain in the process. I bow to thank him. He looks at me like I'm crazy, puts the thing with all the buttons back where it was and leaves.

"I'm going back to work before I get fired. Bye."

I wave and the door closes.

"I told you, oddity."

"No. It's not my fault that we don't fit in and know how their weird contraptions work."

"Weren't you fascinated by them? Should have done more research."

I crawl on the bed and let the exhaustion in my body collapse me on my face.

"I wasn't planning on all this."

"Me neither."

"What would you be doing right now if you were at your home?"

He looks out the window for a while.

"Nothing. You?"

"Have tea with my friends. They don't like tea though... weirdos."

He hums. This is boring. I'm too tired to get back up and figure out how the television works. He looks down at me, scrunching his nose.

"Stop staring at me."

"There's nothing else to do and you're so gorgeous, I can't look away."

He turns back to the book.

"You're so handsome I can't look at you."

What a compliment. Never heard anything like it.

"Tell me your life story."

He sighs, puts the book down between us and turns himself from me.

"When I was four, my family and I left our home, Vippi, in search of money since we lost all of ours when our house burned down. We found Ravaryn and decided to stay there. I lost my sister in the war between Ravaryn and Debyda Coalition. My parents died of old age later on, so the king adopted me and Killian. After he lost his wife, he didn't like us as much since the queen is the one that insisted on adopting us. I then raised Killian till now. He can figure it out himself."

I stare at him to see if he's lying or not. No one tells their life story but not their age.

"That doesn't match your story from the other day."

"A lot can happen in a single life. I'm very old."

"You've lived an eventful life."

He nods.