Luca couldn't help but smile as he looked around the clearing. Everywhere he saw, elves were laughing and playing, inhaling helium and making ridiculous squeaky noises to amuse the children.
He exhaled softly, his chest feeling warm. It was one of those rare, peaceful moments—where everyone was just happy.
Standing beside him, Nyx folded her arms and tilted her head.
"You sure they're not going to die from all that?" She asked flatly. "Like...what if it's poisonous or something?"
Luca chuckled. "No, no." He said reassuringly. "As long as they only take in small amounts, it's completely harmless. I'm keeping an eye on them, so don't worry."
He then looked at her and curiously asked,
"What about you Nyx? Are you not going to try it out?"
"I'm not gonna risk it, hero." Nyx said quickly, mimicking his earlier tone. "What if it became permanent? What if my voice stayed like that forever?"
She dropped her voice to a dramatic whisper as she added,
