Your daughter wails, letting out loud, hiccuping sobs that fill the manor. Diluc is up from his desk in an instant, nearly stumbling over a strewn toy horse left behind in his office in his haste to get to the both of you.
You sit on the sofa, cooing softly to your daughter, and it’s not until Diluc rounds the corner that he spots the first aid kit.
You lean over for a kiss, which Diluc obliges. Your smile tells him that it’s nothing to fret over, but it’s the protective instinct within him that makes his heart ache when he hears his children cry.
