A groan of relief escaped Arwin’s lips as he sank down onto Lillia’s bed, letting himself completely relax for the first time since he’d started learning Dwarven Smithing from Wallace.

He’d managed to drain his magical reserves completely in the process of helping Lillia prepare dinner.

She’d had several new ideas she’d wanted to test out, all of which had ended up consuming a whole lot more magic than either of them had thought.

The results had been an incredibly delicious dinner and a rather exhausted Arwin.

They’d made so much food that it had taken the entire Menagerie — and Wallace — nearly two hours to finish everything.

The dwarf had then proceeded to collapse on the spot, dozing away in a content slumber.