Karl blinked.
Even Jasper's and Felix's brows furrowed in clear confusion.
They had all heard it, yet none of them understood.
However, Dylan simply paused. He understood what his daughter was asking for. He had noticed the recognition in her eyes long before this —he had only chosen to ignore it.
Eira tilted her head and looked up at her father. Her gaze was innocent, yet carried a faint hint of hurt, as though something inside her ached.
Karl watched them and slowly shifted on his knees, dragging himself backwards toward Jasper and Felix.
When he reached close enough, he tugged at their pants and whispered, "Can you explainwhat exactly Little Eira is asking for? I feel I heard her mention something like … Mama's smell. What does that mean?"
Felix didn't answer. Neither did Jasper. They were trying to understand it themselves.
