"Looks like Daphne is out for the count," Aveline observed gently, her fingers lightly stroking Daphne's hair as her sister's head rested peacefully on her shoulder.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, Francis caught a glimpse of Daphne's serene, sleeping face.
"She looks lovely when she's asleep," he remarked with a fond smile.
Tristan, who was fiddling with a small souvenir he had picked up at the Bonaparte Tower, chuckled softly. "Exhausted from all the shopping, no doubt," he added, placing the souvenir back in his bag.
Francis's eyes returned to the road ahead, the city lights of Paris illuminating the path. "I'm glad we managed to have this day together. It's rare for us to escape our duties like this," he mused wistfully.
Aveline nodded in agreement, her gaze shifting from Daphne's sleeping form to the cityscape outside. "It's these moments that remind us of the importance of family," she said thoughtfully.
