"Don't cwy," he scolded, raising a pudgy hand to rub at her eyes. "Mother is off speakin' wif the elder dwooids. She has to get magic back. And when she does we'll um...we'll all be fine!"

That blue puff to the side grunted with effort as he slowly nudged the cup over to the children. When he had arrived, he yipped with excitement and ran around both of them before losing his balance and tumbling to the ground to land a few feet away.

The bite-sized elf brought both hands up to his mouth in an attempt to smother out a gleeful fit of giggles at the sight, but to no avail.