Quote:
Originally Posted by
Nimma
"Oh no! Oh noes Young Mister! Nimma must clean. Young Mister sits and has fun with Young Mister's friends! Young Mister must not help or Nimma is a bad elf!"
Nimma went closer and fussed and brushed at Young Mister, straightening his robes and then patting his shoulder to make sure Young Mister was alright. Satisfied, Nimma stepped back. "Young Mister will let Nimma go now?"
Wrong thing to say.
Kennedy squirmed a bit when the elf began straightening his robes. Why didn't Nimma want his help? Kennedy would be lying if he said this did not upset him.
"It's alright, Nimma, really..." he said, as it patted his shoulder.
Wait, he had a choice?
Would
he let Nimma go? Hmm. Interesting. He didn't want her to go. What if she hurt herself, again? He did though, understand her job, after all, his mother had gone through almost the same thing. The only exception was that she was a maid in the Muggle world and she didn't harm herself.
He lowered himself to Nimma's level and smiled sadly.
"If that's what you want." Yes, he was giving it a choice.