Gawain felt he had no way to explain what a "disc" was to Betty—translation alone was already an insurmountable obstacle before him. Fortunately, the young maid did not dwell on the matter. She had always been good at giving up on things she truly could not understand, and she was broad-minded besides.
Gawain watched as Betty poured half a pot of scalding tea over the former Dragon God, then spent a long while wiping her down with something that looked every bit like a rag—she surely had no idea what astonishing thing she was doing. All he could tell was that she thoroughly enjoyed the process, a happy smile forever hanging on her face, and that she had apparently done this countless times before...
Even blasphemers worthy of being recorded in history were nothing more than this before Betty.jpg.
After bustling about for a while, Betty left the room—she still had plenty of work to do. Although many servants and attendants now followed her orders, she had grown accustomed to a busy pace of life and simply could not sit still.
Gawain watched Betty leave. Only after the door to the Incubation Chamber had closed did he shake his head and glance at the silent Golden Giant Egg beside him. "You and Betty are quite close... Don't her clumsy antics offend you?"
"She has a pure heart... purer than almost any mortal I have ever seen. I like talking with her. She reminds me of the dragons in the deepest part of my memories... an age when many things were simple," Enya said softly. "As for so-called offense... many people seem to instinctively believe that 'gods' care deeply about the 'offense' of mortals, but that is actually a misconception. Most of the time, we do not care what mortals are