Tialla had set a bowl of pasta onto the tray of Eranor’s high chair. The sight of her feeding the Miqo was stranger than usual because, on the surface, they both looked like they should be in a high chair. Both were in onesies and both needed a diaper change. Eranor smiled as Tialla brought another spoonful of the pasta to her mouth, and Eranor ate it happily. It was pretty good. A unique flavor of sauce made with ingredients found in Vas Naga.

“You should take some time to eat your own dear,” Rosewood reminded. She had emerged from her own room where she had dressed out of the revealing outfit she had on and into comfortable looking sweats. “Or maybe I do need to bring another high chair up.”

“I’m eating!” Tialla responded quickly. She took a bite from her own bowl that she had also sat down on Eranor’s high chair tray. Though it was obvious that her bowl was significantly fuller than Eranor’s.

“You need a change too,” Rosewood added smiling as she drank some hot chocolate. Tialla blushed.

“I was going to change Eranor after dinner,” Tialla responded. “I can change myself after I finish with her.”

“Or we could get Rose to change us lying next to each other." Eranor offered excitedly. "Wouldn’t that be cute!” Tialla blushed and pushed another bite into Eranor’s mouth getting her to stop talking.

“I can change my own diaper. You're lucky you’ve gotten me to do as much baby stuff as I have tonight.”

“Nah ike you don enjoy it,” Eranor said with her mouth full.

“Don’t eat with your mouth full,” Tialla wiped off a bit of stray sauce from Eranor’s face diligently.

Eranor had begun to pick up more that caring for her was something of a meditation for Tialla. Eranor supposed she could see how it could be calming, but she was happy to be on the receiving end of it. Tialla noticed that she had reached the bottom of Eranor’s bowl and sighed. She sat a bottle down on the high chair tray and grabbed her own bowl to finish.

“I suppose Aldyn wants to talk with me at some point,” Tialla directed toward Rosewood.

“I’m sure he does,” Rosewood answered.

“I’ll get dressed after I eat and then we can …”

“We can wait,” Rosewood said cutting Tialla off. “There will be time tomorrow. You need to relax.”

“I can’t relax. Castor is on his way to Tel Naga.”

“Even with a fancy airship it will take him a few days,” Rosewood reminded. “Both to get there and to start talks. You have time to relax.”

“No, I don’t. I should go.”

“You should stay,” Rosewood countered gently. “Trust me, Aldyn is fine. Go play with Eranor for tonight.”

“I’m not playing,” Tialla grumbled.

“Sure looks like playing you’re playing to me. Which is fine because you need it.” Rosewood petted Tialla on the head. Tialla was quiet for a moment. “Are you sure you don’t want me to change you. I used to do it not too long ago, and I am still your servant.”

“No Rose you’re not,” Tialla said with a sigh. “I don’t want you to be any more. I want you to do whatever you want to do.”

“Oh, are you giving me my freedom?” Rosewood said flatly sipping on her drink. “Wow I wasn’t expecting that tonight. Neat.”

“Neat?” Tialla asked shocked, expecting more of a reaction for something so serious.

“Neat.” Rosewood nodded. “I’m happy to be a free Miqo again. If you were thinking I was going anywhere else, however, then I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

“Rose I just said I didn’t want you to …”

“No. What you just said was that you were freeing me. Which means you can’t tell me what to do any more. Which means that I don’t have to listen to you when you tell me to leave.” Rosewood smirked as Tialla sighed. “Sweetie there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than with you, free or not.” Tialla ran to Rosewood and hugged her. “I’m so proud of you dear. You really are becoming quite the little queen.”

“Thanks Rose,” Tialla mumbled with her head buried into Rosewood.

“You’re welcome, dear,” Rosewood playfully pressed against Tialla’s bottom. “Now go get your diaper changed or I will do it for you. You can’t stop me anymore you know.”

“All right all right,” Tialla giggled. “Eranor time to come down and get your soggy diaper changed.”

“Yes Nana,” Eranor happily replied. Tialla walked over and released Eranor before taking her hand and walking toward the nursery.

“You know it is pretty late,” Tialla mused while they were walking. “And we could both use a nice hot bath after today.”

“Yes, we could,” Eranor agreed. “Come on!” Eranor excitedly started to take the lead.

“Eranor behave!” Tialla ineffectively scolded.

Eranor and Tialla emerged from their bath. This time Eranor was happy to let Tialla do all the doting, acknowledging that caring for Eranor was helping her to stay calm about the relatively serious happenings. They were out now and Tialla was ushering Eranor over to her changing table. She was a little absorbed into her caring and didn’t think about how the two of them were still naked as she slid a new diaper under Eranor.

“You know a different girl might think you’re coming on to me,” Eranor commented. Tialla looked down at her bare chest and blushed.

“I got distracted,” Tialla sighed.

“I know I’m just teasing,” Eranor reminded gently as her bottom was cleaned and powder was applied. “Getting close to bed time isn’t it.”

“Yeah,” Tialla said with a bit of melancholy as she taped Eranor’s new diaper up. “Arms up.” Tialla commanded, and Eranor obeyed.

“Are you sad that our little play time is over?” Eranor asked as a purple onesie decorated with stars was slid over her head.

“Yeah, I am,” Tialla snapped Eranor’s onesie shut. “I really needed this.”

“That was obvious,” Eranor nodded. Tialla rolled her eyes and clipped a pacifier to Eranor’s onesie.

“Ok go wait in your crib it’s Nana’s turn,” Tialla playfully swatted at Eranor’s bottom who skipped off to her crib so Tialla could lay down on the changing table herself. She somewhat awkwardly slid a diaper under her own bottom and started powdering herself. Eranor distracted herself with one of the stuffed animals in her crib while Tialla taped up her new diaper and went over to the closet to pick a new onesie out for herself, settling on a pink one dotted with light blue moragas, a long rod-shaped flying insect known for its light blue bioluminescence.

“You look cute,” Eranor commented as Tialla clipped a light blue pacifier to your onesie.

“You’ve said that a lot tonight.”

“It bears repeating.”

“Well back at you sweetie,” Tialla smiled and made her way over to Eranor’s crib. Eranor backed away expectantly, waiting for the bars of her crib to be shut and locked. There was a pause as Tialla stopped. “Eranor,” she said deliberately leaving the crib open. “Stop me if I’m being too forward but, I would like it if you slept with me tonight.” This time it was Eranor’s turn to grow flushed.

“I mean if you want me to.”

“I do,” Tialla nodded.

“Of course, Nana,” Eranor smiled.

“Thanks sweetie.” Tialla grabbed Eranor’s hand gently. “Let’s go get our bottles filled up and turn in.”

Holding hands, the two went back to the kitchen to fill their bottles. Rosewood gave a silent nod as she saw the two girls in new onesies and diapers make their way to Tialla’s room. Moonlight shone into Tialla’s room from a large window that her bed was resting against. It cast a soft glow into the room. Eranor took a sitting position on the bed while Tialla gently shut the door.

“My turn to say you’re cute,” Tialla giggled. Eranor blushed and hid her face a little. Tialla crawled into the covers and Eranor followed. The two cuddled close to each other, intertwining their legs and resting their heads against each other.

“Everything ok?” Eranor asked seriously.

“I don't know,” Tialla answered closing her eyes. Tialla cuddled into Eranor pressing her whole body into Eranor’s. Eranor grew flush and gulped.

“Nana what …”

“Shhhh,” Tialla pushed Eranor’s pacifier into her mouth. “Eranor, I’m going to say something that I think is horrible.” There was a pause as Tialla looked away. “I think I love you.”

“Why is that something horrible?” Eranor asked, spitting out her pacifier.

“Because,” Tialla paused. “I took you. I forced you to come here. You never had a choice.”

“I have a choice now,” Eranor replied. “And I’m choosing to stay with you.”

“You wouldn’t even be here to make that choice if I hadn’t forced this on you. And I'll never know if you want to stay, or if you've just been conditioned to stay. Worse still I liked that. I don't know if I would feel this way about you if you weren't my slave before. If the idea of keeping you as my pet now wasn't exciting to me.” Eranor was quiet for a moment, she didn’t have an answer for that. It wasn’t wrong, and she could tell that the truth of it was bothering Tialla. The truth of both parts of that statement really. The part where she forced someone across a country to be with her against their will, and the part where she liked that. Eranor hugged Tialla tightly.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have an answer for you,” Eranor admitted. Tialla solemnly put her pacifier into her mouth. “This is nice though. Here together, snuggling, being cute together. Diapers crinkling together,” Ernaor wiggled some to elicit the sound she was talking about and Tialla blushed. “Let’s not worry about how we got here ok. I want to be here, and I want to keep being yours. I love you too Tialla.” Tialla released a breath she had been holding and buried her head in Eranor’s chest for only a moment before taking it out to look Eranor in the eyes.

“Thanks, Eranor.” Tialla planted a gentle kiss on Eranor’s forehead. “We should get some sleep though. The next few days will probably be busy.”

“Aww no more staring at you in cute outfits,” Eranor giggled.

“Sadly no. You’ll have to do all of the cute modeling for both of us. And you’re pretty good at it.”

“You have a forbidden fruit flair to it though,” Eranor whined. “Nana playing baby, the juxtaposition of power plus innocence. It’s such a vibe.” Tialla laughed.

“I’ll dress up again eventually, as a treat. It would lose the specialness if I did it all the time you know.”

“But I can do it all the time?”

“Because you’re the baby.”

“How does that make sense?”

“Doesn’t need to I’m the Nana,” Tialla smiled putting her pacifier back in.

“That you are,” Eranor put her own pacifier in her mouth. “Night Nana.”

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's another new chapter everyone. This is just some more cute time between Eranor and Tialla, and we even see a real relationship form out of it. Tialla really got shooken up over Castor, and I wanted her to show some like immediate growth from that. Maybe growth isn't the right word because she's always really thought this way she's just finally bringing it out. It's also cute and fun. I hope you all like it, you can read the next chapter right now on patreon.com/bigred0603. Also I want to point out that i do monthly one off s over there as well. If you want some more condensed stories that are super fun check it out, there's gonna be one next week.