Who would have known, but Jocefie retrieved from the sack-bag a set of clothes, and with her dagger, she altered them slightly and slipped them over the little fellow's tiny body.
"Make do with it; when we get out, we'll then get you a little red bib as undergarments," she said through narrowed eyes, and she gave him a little smack on his fleshy buttocks.
"It's done." She turned him around and looked at the fuming and indignant face, finding it rather amusing.
"A revered individual like me would never wear something like that," he said with a pout, feeling rather annoyed with the woman who was taking shameless liberties with his body.
"I had thought that after the egg hatched, a phoenix would appear, and not a little bumbling kid. Sigh, would you then be able to transform into your ori
