"Oh… Were you sick, dad?"
Daemon took his eyes away from Evelyn when he saw her tuck her hair behind her ears, as if to free it to better listen to the conversation.
He lowered his voice and whispered to Jason:
"Yes, I was sick. But why are you lowering your voice?"
Jason stole a glance at his mother, before answering in the same low voice he had used to start the conversation:
"Mum was very sad before, so I don't want her to feel sad again. If I talk in a low voice, mum won't hear me and feel sad."
"Oh. Jason is very considerate."
"Hm. Mum says the same thing. And now, no one at school won't say I don't have a father."
"They say that?"
"Some of my classmates say that."
"Don't care about them. You have a father, and he is super awesome."
"I know. Mum said you were away to help people. Are you done? Will you stay and not leave again?"
