She turned to him sharply, wheels turning dangerously in her head already to come up with a lie, her lungs clogging with fear, only for her to discover that he wasn't looking at her but at someone else.
“Look! Arlo is walking!” He declared in hushed excitement.
Aniya rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath of relief, tucking away the poison bottle. He didn't catch her, she could still kill him.
“Arlo can walk.”
“For long distances like that?” He turned to her, surprised.
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“In fact, we must redesign the room to accommodate him. He keeps on trying to pull things down.”
Ikrus frowned. In a flash, he was holding Arlo who was strongly protesting against being held. He certainly wanted to play on the ground.
“How old is the little one?”
“Arlo,” she said, emphasizing his name, subtly ensuring that he wouldn't call him “little one” again, “will be two soon.”
