Jonathan frowned slightly and reached out to her as he saw Clarisse remaining motionless. Agente beside them pouted.
"Mom, get up and go fly the kite with Dad!"
Unable to resist Agente's pouting and his intense gaze, she extended her uninjured left hand into his palm. His palm was warm, instantly soothing her somewhat desolate heart. With a slight exertion of strength, he pulled her up and then gently brought her into his embrace. He guided her hand to the kite reel handle.
Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder and whispered softly in her ear.
"I'll hold the reel, you release the line with your left hand."
"Like this?" Clarisse asked nervously. It was her first time flying a kite, and she had no idea how it managed to stay aloft, let alone control its height or direction. Even just releasing the line felt chaotic to her.
