"...You do not do very much for a child."
K'ael looked up from his toys scattered across the living room floor.
Amaterasu stared back at him. She poked his cheek with her finger and marveled at it's springiness. Though her expression remained neutral.
"...I guess you're not that bad for an infant."
Their mother lay across the ground with a smile, watching everything they did with a mother's pride. Her undead heart grew more than three sizes the longer she stared.
"Arms up."
Abaddon sat up on the sofa and lifted his arms.
Lailah ran her hands from the base of Abaddon's wrists to his underarms and sides.
She touched his body meticulously, though not in her usual perverse and fascinated manner.
From the elasticity of his skin, to the rigidity of his muscles to the softness of the hairs coming out of his arm, Lailah was intimately familiar with all of it after all of these years.
She was enamored by all of the apparent changes. Just as much as she was perplexed by them.
