The handmaids exchanged exhausted but grateful smiles before retreating to a respectful distance, ready to act if needed. Theron watched them with a sympathetic expression, shifting his grip on the twins. "You have my gratitude," he said kindly. "But you should take a moment to rest. These two little whirlwinds can be… relentless."
The handmaids gave weary nods and stepped back, their expressions a mix of relief and amusement as they finally got a moment to catch their breath.
Abigail gently tucked a stray curl behind Arin's ear as she leaned into Theron's side. "They're just excited," she said, her tone warm with affection. "But we should probably channel some of that energy before they leave the palace staff in shambles."
