Yuel reached out, intending to transfer Terry into his own arms. The little boy wasn't exactly light anymore, filled out with the healthy plumpness of his new form, and the vine beast was worried Rory would tire herself out carrying him.
Before his fingers could touch the boy, however, Rory gently nudged his hands away, shaking her head.
"No." She hugged Terry a fraction closer, a fiercely protective warmth in her eyes. "He's my baby. I want to carry him myself."
Terry looked at Yuel, his bright eyes wide with innocent mischief, before tightening his little arms like a vice around Rory's neck. "I don't want Daddy to carry me either."
Yuel: "..."
Rory couldn't help but smile, gathering the soft, oversized cloak securely around Terry until only his chubby little face peeked out like a seedling. Atop his head, the tiny, vibrant flower bud bobbed gently as he looked up at her, utterly enchanted.
