"Urk---no, this is alright. Ilya, I'll guide you with my other hand, so don't worry, okay?"
The simple task of using her opened palm to nudge the fairy's feet took way too long. Mostly because Ilya was tiny and Kanon wasn't sure if she'd be sent flying with any sudden movements.
"Do you feel something below your feet? That's my hand, so you can stop flying for a little bit. I've got you."
She didn't have the time to wipe away the drops of sweat rolling down her forehead. Kanon appeared calm, but inside she was anything but.
Ilya's mother, please! Your daughter isn't going to survive alone on hopes and prayers! Please teach her how to feed herself next time...
Lamenting in her heart, Kanon looked to the ceiling, to the sky, praying to an unnamed being.