Perhaps this sort of thing was utterly commonplace among witch best friends?
Jiang Han could not help thinking so, and could not help wondering as well. Before her, Histeria had her head lowered, her cat ears bobbing, drooping, and occasionally perking up along with the music from her handheld game, looking immensely pleased with herself. In contrast to Xiya's joy and serenity were the pharaoh bandages she held in her hands, as well as the little foot resting on Jiang Han's thigh—its tiny boot freshly removed, wrapped in white tights, and utterly free of any odor.
Her foot was long and slender, her distinct delicate toes stretching the reinforced portions of the stocking.
"What is it? Don't tell me you've never helped someone wrap cloth bandages before? Just do it whichever way you know how."
Witch toddlers were far more lively and restless than land-dwelling human children. Even at just one year old, they often went shopping and ran about everywhere. They wore solid-colored velvet socks made for children, and it was unsuitable to wear other socks over them, since they were already quite thick. Thus, the most common sight was witch toddlers with bandages wrapped around their legs and feet, like a layer of cloth so thin it seemed transparent.
In order to resemble a witch as closely as possible—after all, most toddlers possessed photographic memory by the age of one—Jiang Han had even visited a nursery under the pretext of "preparing to take care of Cleya," studying the lives of witch toddlers so she would not give herself away when speaking with other witches in the future. Still, she had never expected the first time she used that knowledge would be in this situation with Xiya.
"I know how to wrap it. Could you lift your right leg