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“Mother!” Kieran came running, holding his hand out and crying.
Zev caught him before he made it to her skirts. “Careful, mi príncipe! Your mother is holding something breakable!” He pulled the boy into his lap as he sat down by the door. “What seems to be the problem?”
Kieran hiccuped a few times as he leaned against Zev’s chest. “There was a - I was picking flowers and -”
“Ah, did the bees not approve?” The assassin touched the boy’s swollen fingers gently. “If we were with the Crows, we would call this a learning experiment.” He ruffled Kieran’s hair with his free hand. “But we are not even in Antiva, much less the Crows, are we, mi chiquito?” The boy shook his head. “And that means we can fix it!” He kissed the back of Kieran’s hand. “All better?”
Kieran frowned. “It still hurts.”
“Ah, it must’ve been a terrible battle indeed, with grievous injuries on both sides if a kiss cannot soothe your wounds!” Zev clutched at his heart dramatically. “We must resort to drastic measures!” He looked at Morrigan and grinned. “Mi querida, would you be so kind as to heal your one and only son?”
Morrigan snorted in amusement as she knelt next to them both and summoned creation magic to her fingertips. “Only for you.”