One boring day

Wizard George received a small gift from a couple dressed as monks.
A little girl with white hair shivered in the corner of the lighthouse.
Wizard George observed it carefully and added: She is still a white-haired little girl with disabled legs.
He thought that sacrificing this little strength was better than none.
He finished his dinner nonchalantly. As soon as Wizard George's tentacles wrapped around him, unexpectedly, the little hand under the tattered cloak suddenly stretched out and hugged him.
The girl looked at him calmly: "Master Wizard, since they can make a deal with you, can I?"
The small hands holding the tentacle massaged it skillfully. Wizard George couldn't help but squint his eyes and replied in a good mood...

Of course!