Edmund blinked, finally taking the situation seriously when he saw how upset she was.
"That was the couple glove I made myself," she said, her voice softening with sadness.
"Oh no," Edmund muttered as he watched Dante chew the last of it. "I'm really sorry. But … I think he already finished it."
Primrose pouted, her brows furrowing deeply. "But it was our couple glove …"
Now Edmund truly felt bad.
He stepped closer and gently took her hands in his, rubbing them between his palms to comfort her.
"It's alright. Really," he said softly. "We can buy new ones in the capital."
Primrose lowered her head and kicked a tiny pebble with the tip of her shoe.
"But … I made it myself," she whispered. "Now I can't wear matching gloves with you anymore."
Edmund's heart clenched. He didn't want to see her sad, not even for a second.
So he took her bare hand and kissed it. Once, then again, and again until he'd kissed it more times than he could count.
