The kids bolted between the houses while riding on top of their steeds, trashing them both.
"Enough!" Selia looked at the disasters, plural, and wept. "Time for bed!"
"But I’m not sleepy!" Fenrir pouted.
"Yes, you are." Selia growled. "All of you are! If not for the self-repair arrays, you guys would be grounded until adulthood."
"I am an adult." Morok, the reigning champion, said, and his steed, Protector, nodded. "We both are."
"That makes it worse!" Selia snarled. "You should give the good example."
"We did." Morok jumped off Protector’s back and helped put the Verhen and Fastarrow kids to bed. "We proved to them that they are safe. That their parents look over them, and they can still have fun.
"We showed the kids that we have no fear and that they shouldn’t either. For you, it’s a mess, but for them, it means that no bad guy can come and crush their childhood. You’re a horrible parent."
Selia had never dealt with Morok’s bursts of wisdom, which only made him more infuriating.
"You- I- This-"
"Enough, Morok, or you’ll give her a stroke." Protector shapeshifted into his human form and swept Selia off her feet.
He lay her down on a couch, covered her head with a cool towel, and handed her a steaming cup of honeyed tea with a few biscuits.
"Relax, babe. I’ll take care of it from here."
"Thanks." Her voice came out choked, feeling like an insensitive monster.
"Now that’s settled, there’s something I’d like to ask you, Tyris." Lith said after cleaning the kitchen with magic to give his parents the time they needed to grieve.
Even during dinner, their eyes kept darting towards Bromann’s home. After the end of the meal, if not for the kids, they would have spent the evening staring from the window.
"Sure." She nodded. "Is it fine here?"
"No. We need some privacy." Lith opened the door to his study, letting the Guardian, Kamila, Solus, and Menadion in.
"Damn." More than one man said, drawing the reproachful gaze from their respective wife.
"Some people have it all." Yet Morok was the only one to say the silent part out loud.
"I’m going to kill you for that." Quylla grunted.
"I dare you to catch me, woman." He took a single step aside. "Before you cross that line, you’ll have to go to the bathroom again."
"Very funny! I-" A sudden gurgle forced Quylla on the retreat. "I’ll add this to the list, jerk!"
"Don’t worry about me, brothers. I’m safe." Morok dismissed the other men’s concern. "It’ll be months before she can make good on her threats, and by then she’ll have either forgiven me or forgotten about it."
"What makes you so sure?" Friya asked, her eyes darting from Nalrond to Morok.
"First, there’s the pregnancy. Then giving birth. After that, we’ll have two newborns to look after." Morok shrugged. "I think this comes really low as a priority. Besides, she knew how I am, and she married me anyway."
The certainty of his tone and his gloating expression only made the fact that he was right more annoying. Friya and Selia almost popped a vein in annoyance.
Meanwhile, Lith’s bedroom was used for an innocent purpose.

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