That curse sounded terrifying. More than likely, it would consume not only you, but any other craft you would try to make with regard to escaping the island.
Keifa's proposition was odd, but after giving her a long look, while being cradled gently in her arms, you had to admit there was something very maternal about her. She looked at you kindly, rocking you a little. And as much as it shocked you, being nursed didn't feel that bad. You actually wanted more, now that you thought about it.
"Umm..." you started, "s-sure. I can be your child." Those words felt weird as they left your mouth.
Keifa's response was to hold you closer and smile brightly. "Awww, thank you dear. Don't you worry. I'll keep you safe."
You blushed hotly. "So, uh, what happens now?"
Keifa just shook her head, smiling. "You are just too adorable. Sweetie, I need to change you out of those clothes, first. They're ruined. Let's get you into something nice and fresh."
She sat up from her chair, carrying you still as she walked through her home. It was a nice looking place, quaintly furnished. The homely atmosphere was only enhanced by the wonderful view of the ocean through the windows.
She was clutching you close to her chest protectively, and every so often stole a glance at you to make sure you were okay.
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