Carinth didn’t seem too upset by the admonishment and wriggled free of her hands in order to chase after a butterfly, his tiny winglets unfurling occasionally in the soft breeze.
Esofi sighed. “He’s hopeless. We’ve ruined him already. What am I going to tell Talcia? Don’t answer that,” she added as Adale opened her mouth to speak. “I can’t listen to any more of your blasphemy.”
“Well, I have unfortunate news,” said Adale. “Just about every other thing I say is blasphemy.”
“Well, can you at least try to space them out?” asked Esofi. “One per month, perhaps? Instead of six in the course of a single afternoon?”
Adale laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.” She laced their fingers together and kissed the back of Esofi’s palm. “Because I am madly in love with you.”
Esofi smiled. “So am I. Now, please go fetch our son before he falls into the well again.”