After making sure Sable was wrapped snugly in a fresh towel and seated comfortably on the soft bouncy sofa, Alina stood and turned to the others. Felix was sitting silently, a dry cloth already in his hands. His silver-blue eyes lifted when she approached.
"Would you like some help, sweetheart?" she asked, offering him a fresh, fluffier towel.
Felix blinked once, his tone polite but firm in that baby-serious way only he could master.
"No need. I can wipe myself."
Alina smiled, her heart warm again. "Alright. You're very responsible."
He gave her a small nod, already patting his sleeves dry with such precision that it almost looked rehearsed like a baby soldier dressing for an invisible ceremony.
Next, she turned to Vlad Jr. and Drake, who were both halfway through pulling their wet shirts off. The moment she walked over, Drake grinned like he'd been waiting for her attention all morning.
