"Are we going to live here from now on...?" Morax asked in puzzlement as he looked at the tiled-roof house before him.
"What, you're not happy with it?"
"No, no. I was just thinking how much nicer it looks than my stone house. But it doesn't seem very sturdy."
"As long as it keeps out the wind and rain, that's enough."
"True enough."
Before they could even go inside, however, a crowd of villagers approached, carrying all sorts of things.
"These are eggs our birds laid. We have more than we can eat, so we brought you some."
"I had good luck fishing today and caught several big fish. This one's for you."
"These are vegetables we grew at home. Take them if you don't mind."
Dozens of villagers brought things from their homes for Xiu Yuan and Morax, leaving Morax utterly bewildered.
His eyes widened as he looked at the humans before him.
They were filled with incomprehension.
He didn't understand why these humans could trust others so easily.
He could have understood it if they knew one another, but Morax had never even met this crowd before, yet they willingly offered them so much food?
Of course, Morax didn't understand that this was something humans shared.
In peaceful times, people instinctively showed kindness to others who had suffered tragic experiences.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and carry these inside." Xiu Yuan nudged him with an elbow.
Only when Morax came back to his senses did he realize the crowd had already dispersed. Countless things were piled outside their door, and Xiu Yuan's arms were so full he couldn't hold another thing.
It took them quite a while to carry everything into the house.
Over the days that followed, Xiu Yuan and Morax continued to receive