Warning: Adult Content Ahead!
(LIAM'S POV)
Dylan settled beside me on the bed, brushing damp hair from my forehead with a tender smile. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Before I left the kitchen and came upstairs, I took food to their room. I woke Beau up gently and fed him. He was starving, poor little guy—he ate so quickly. He cried for his mom for a bit afterward, but then he got sleepy again and went right back to bed."
My chest tightened at the thought. "And Violet?"
"He was still fast asleep," Dylan continued. "Violet's an elder elf baby. They don't eat mortal food until they turn one."
I blinked, curious. "What do they eat, then?"
Roland stroked my thigh soothingly from my other side. "They arrive in this world with a pre-made reserve of energy. It sustains them completely until their first birthday. It's part of how elder elves are."
I stared at him, completely fascinated. The idea was so foreign and magical that it left me momentarily speechless.
