Aunt Liora didn't respond immediately.
She looked at my parents, then back at me.
"…You want to see the training grounds?" she asked.
"Yes," I nodded. "I've never seen one before."
Liora hummed and leaned back slightly.
"Well, there's no rule that says I can't show it to you."
Dad gave her a sidelong glance but didn't say anything.
Mom looked more amused than anything else.
"Fine," Aunt Liora said after a moment. "I'll take you there. But it will be only a short look. Nothing more."
"Yes!" I said quickly, purposely showing my enthusiasm.
She smiled again and poked my forehead gently.
"You're a sneaky one."
I just gave her the most innocent look I could.
It worked. She didn't press any further.
She kept me on her lap for a bit longer, but the victory dulled the pain in my cheeks.
Eventually, she stood up and lifted me into her arms without warning.
"Let's go."
Mom rose too, brushing invisible dust off her clothes.
Dad remained seated and watched them both.
