"Do you think Mom's family will like us…?"
Sable paused mid-fold, his little hands going still. For a moment he looked nervous again, his eyes soft and unsure. "I…I don't know… What if they don't like demons…?"
Lucien shook his head immediately, eyes bright with conviction. "Mom likes us. So they will also like us. And we will say 'hello' softly so Mom will be proud." He nodded again, as if sealing the promise with invisible ink. "And we will not jump everywhere. And we will not howl like Luna."
Sable giggled softly at that, but then he sighed in relief. "Okay… then I'm taking my cutest socks too…" he whispered, placing them gently inside his suitcase.
They sat there for a long time, surrounded by tiny piles of clothes. Every little movement they made carried a quiet excitement, a hope that when they met Alina's family, they would be welcomed with the same love she gave them.
