At Melita’s whisper, Mort gives a boyish chuckle and shakes his head at once, warm brown eyes alight with mirth. "Oh, no no, nothing like that," he says, his smile deepening until dimples appear in his cheeks. "If anything, I quite enjoy when Vi is able to have a sense of humour about things."
For a moment, that delight remains, bright and easy as sunlight caught between leaves. It does not vanish so much as soften when Melita answers him, the joy in his face dimming not with anger, but with concern. Mort nods slightly, gaze resting on her with a gentleness that makes no attempt to hide the gravity settling between them. "I do not keep close tabs on Ludo the way that Vi does on Safrin," he admits, a small sigh following the words. "It has always enjoyed its independence so much."
His smile lingers faintly, fond and sad all at once, before finally fading.
"But..." Looking at Melita now, Mort’s expression grows solemn. "Ludo has not come when I have called for it lately, either."
For a moment, that delight remains, bright and easy as sunlight caught between leaves. It does not vanish so much as soften when Melita answers him, the joy in his face dimming not with anger, but with concern. Mort nods slightly, gaze resting on her with a gentleness that makes no attempt to hide the gravity settling between them. "I do not keep close tabs on Ludo the way that Vi does on Safrin," he admits, a small sigh following the words. "It has always enjoyed its independence so much."
His smile lingers faintly, fond and sad all at once, before finally fading.
"But..." Looking at Melita now, Mort’s expression grows solemn. "Ludo has not come when I have called for it lately, either."
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