Erik lay still on a couch in their living room, continuing to tell Elora about his experiences with Ymir. His eyes were radiating with exhaustion, but his iron will helped him stay awake as he talked to the fairy sitting on his chest.
"I was hoping you'd know," Erik chuckled wryly. "He mentioned it a little off-handedly, and I was assuming clarification would come later in the story…" he shrugged, "but then, you know, our conversation sort of ended prematurely."
"Right…" Elora muttered thoughtfully. But then she sighed and shook her head. "I have absolutely never heard of something called a world spirit. I can certainly infer their function from the name, but… Spirits, I do wish I had access to my mother's library now…"