May flaps her arms as she runs into the room. It's cute. That kid of a servant whose name I forgot - if I ever knew - runs after her, mimicking her. They both laugh.
Roland chuckles and follows, wiping sweat from his forehead.
Lucas leans into my shoulder, wrapping an arm around me and taking my hand in his. He nuzzles me.
I don't shove him off, though I don't return the gesture.
It's not like it's a new gesture of his, but sometimes it's hard for me to reconcile that this is my life now.
I'm sure when I was Ophelia I'd be over the moon.
May bounds over, wrapping her arms around my waist, bouncing. "Loving hug!" She exclaims as she clings to me.
It's quite cute she's decided to 'name her moves'.
Apparently children do this even without the influence of comic books and television.
I sigh and pat her head. "Indeed it is." I tell her. "A loving hug. Wouldn't you say?" I look to Lucas, and he nods his head.
