Sawtooth Spire “oh, i really hate this place,” she said

Calcifer was in the midst of eating. He was always eating. This very kind large mass was sweet and her voice sounded pleasant but there just didn't seem to be enough milk. Even though it never ran out. 

His face was nudging and moving with vigor as it always did when he fought for his meal when suddenly a loud cry caught his attention, the only thing in the few weeks of his existence that stopped him from eating, apart for sleeping... though he likely ate while he slept.

He looked to his side and saw the smaller white mass was the source of such cries. This had been the mass with him all the time in the dark cozy place, and had been with him all this time out in the spacious cozy place. He was always bigger. Bigger than any threat and so he came to her rescue. 

He attempted to walk over to her, but it was more like swimming on land. He tried to climb on top of her and form a barrier between her and the danger. But he was quite heavy.