Alina watched, transfixed, as the elder, clearly trying to maintain his usual stern expression, awkwardly held a toy in front of a little boy. The child couldn't have been more than three or four, with wild curly dark hair and wide curious eyes.
The boy laughed loudly, reaching for the toy, his small fingers grasping at the air. Completely unafraid. Completely trusting.
The elder looked annoyed. His brows were furrowed. His mouth was set in a thin line. But he still continued playing.
He moved the toy back and forth, back and forth, letting the child chase it with his hands. When the boy finally grabbed it, the elder made a sound, something between a grunt and a sigh, but he didn't pull away.
Alina's lips parted slightly.
"...Dee..."
Dante rested his hand lightly on the desk beside her.
