Rosemary PoV
Sil and Alli settled down in our living room while Saf and I escorted our little princess and her brave plushie knight down the hall to her bedroom after putting away her boots and her new coat.
Her eyelids were fluttering like little moth wings after we got home, her earlier drowsiness deepening into that heavy, irresistible pull that always claimed her after an adventure. Even so, her small fingers remained hooked tight into Pingui's felt flippers, determined not to let her co-pilot slip away before their mission was officially over.
When Saffron nudged her bedroom door open with his foot, the soft afternoon light was slanting through the garden windows, casting warm golden rectangles across the braided rug.
"Time to rest now, Private Anis," Saffron muttered, setting our little girl down on the mattress.
