Sword of Dawnbreaker

”I’m fine, at least I didn’t swallow it,” Gawain said, somewhat ruefully. He felt he should comfort Enya over the ”experiment” failure, but swallowed the words back down—this goddess’s voice didn’t carry any sense of defeat, rather it seemed filled with a certain determination, making him think that not comforting her might actually be a good thing—and she clearly needed a towel more than comfort now, ”I might as well wipe it up for you first...”

”Let Betty take care of wiping it off later, it’s about time she helped clean my eggshell anyway,” Enya seemed to take it in stride, ”Compared to my situation, do you need to change clothes?”

Gawain looked down at his chest, only now realizing there was a wet patch on his clothes. He sighed with a smile, ”Alright, didn’t expect this deep discussion to end this way... It truly did relieve quite a bit of my stress in a sense. Well, I’ll be on my way then.”

”Take care. Sorry I can’t see you off, but please look forward to my next creation—I just came up with an improvement plan and this time I’m quite confident.”

Gawain: ”...”