I did my best to ignore the fact that my ass was aching like crazy and that there was stuff running down a certain dark and unspeakable place...
Eventually, I cursed and conjured up a bunch of (unused) toilet paper to stuff into, beneath, and around said place.
I conjured up the stack of drawings that Henry had loved so much.
I went through them to refresh my memory, though I noticed that it wouldn't have mattered. The beautiful motif of that afternoon inside the throne room was still fresh in my mind.
Henry obediently slept while holding onto my shirt as I rotated the pen between my fingers.
I stared at the blank papers before me.
Hah... I need real paper from the present, not conjured-up ones.
If it were like that, I could just conjure up the old paper planes and stuff them into his hands.
The drawings had been so precious to him because they had been the 'original'—from the same timeline as him and able to age with him towards the future.
