Or one person could just take the whole thing and do it all himself. Larsa simply stared, unable to keep the shock off his face as Hercules picked the piece up by himself. In all his thirteen years of life, even the small parts spent in the company of the Lady Ashe and her companions, he'd never seen anything like this.

He probably would have continued staring had he not been mindful of what needed to be done. So instead, he shook himself inwardly, just in time to catch what Lottie was throwing into his arms. At least it wasn't really heavy, just awkward. The young emperor felt a little less helpful, but he nodded to Lottie anyway and walked up into the house behind her.

No use whining about it. Not that he'd ever really whined about anything in his life.