It felt like a dream for Luca.
He was like a bobblehead who listened to the Duke, who fussed around him like a busy bee.
But at the same time, it felt warm to have someone who asked whether he had eaten already, if there was anything that hurt, or if he had a good day.
And the Duke was doing just that.
He kept asking about so many different things, and Luca could only nod at the barrage—until he got to the dreaded topic.
Luca was asked about his recovery.
The little chipmunk felt suffocated as fear gripped his heart.
"..."
Duke Leander could see the change in his son's demeanor. He was only a bit shy earlier but was now trembling in fear.
So he didn't prolong it and asked.
"Where did you go, my son?" The Duke patted Luca's head as he asked.
"Did you have a good adventure when you were away?" He added, a pained smile marring his face.
"!"