[Look at him, forcing himself to stay good at Aether's side. The traveler gives him a small smile, before he resumes the search. Thankfully it doesn't take that long. Bottles of fresh milk are neatly lines up in the cooler place and Aether grabs one, then shows it to the boy.
"Milk" he sighs.
Then he points at the label that also says "milk", hoping that the boy will now be able to look for it if he ever needs it again.]
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"Milk" he sighs.
Then he points at the label that also says "milk", hoping that the boy will now be able to look for it if he ever needs it again.]