When the bright lights went out, Arabel opened her eyes and found herself standing in the familiar hallway of her family home.
"I'm back," she thought with a smile, and the first thing she did was go to the door of the children's room and gently pushed it open.
When the door opened a crack, she poked her head inside to see what was going on inside.
And then a picture appeared before her eyes: her husband, Idan, was holding a baby with white hair in his arms and feeding her from a bottle that Arabel had bought in advance for this occasion.
"Well, well, not so fast," — Idan said gently, watching his daughter drink milk greedily.
"Baaa! Baaa!" came the displeased cry of the second baby lying in the dark cradle.
"Wait a bit, Ignis, as soon as I feed Isenna, I'll take care of you," Idan replied, turning to his son.
Of course, Ignis did not understand his words and continued to demand attention. But surprisingly, he did not cry, but only whimpered indignantly.
