Henrik let out a shallow breath as he ate the fruits the twins had gathered for him.
"I see," he nodded. "So that's what happened."
When he lifted his eyes and met the twins — who had already lowered their masks and hoods — he couldn't help but smile subtly.
"So the two of you saved me… huh?" Another deep exhale escaped him. "Thank you, and sorry to disappoint you that I'm still alive."
"It's okay!" the twins chimed in unison, and Chacha added, "There are still chances when I become an embalmer."
Henrik let out a weak laugh, but even that hurt his wound. From what he heard, the twins had already cleaned his injuries to prevent infection.
Surely, his children are amazing, he thought.
"Anyway, where are we?" he asked. "I didn't know where I was swept off to. All I knew was to hide."
