Rory looked at Paros—at the raw grievance and quiet sorrow written so clearly across his face—and found herself at a loss for words.
"Paros… you don't need to be upset. Terry was never your child. He really is Yuel's. You only remembered wrong because your mental state was unstable. Once you recover… you'll understand."
"…Not mine?" Paros turned to look at the small fruit resting in Yuel's palm.
He believed her. And yet, the ache in his chest refused to ease.
"…Big sister." His voice dropped, almost hesitant. "I want a child too."
His own child. A dragon hatchling.
"You want a child? Then go have one yourself. Why are you telling my Female Master? Who do you think you are?" Xarion's mocking voice cut in sharply.
In the next instant, he was already at Rory's side.
Paros ignored him, instead reaching out to clutch the edge of Rory's sleeve, grievance returning to his eyes.
"Big sister… he's bullying me."
