Hope's response to these rules was to pout dramatically and make her stuffed wolf hover in protest, which was—honestly kind of adorable even though I was supposed to be firm about consequences.
"You broke the rules." I kept my voice gentle but serious because she was eleven months old and understanding cause and effect. "You went to fix the rifts alone. You got hurt. That's why we have restrictions now."
"But I fix good!" Her protest came with the stuffed wolf orbiting her head faster. "Reality all better!"
Reality all better. Right. She had successfully healed fifteen dimensional rifts which the Covenant researchers were still losing their minds about a week later.
"You did fix good." I agreed because positive reinforcement or whatever the parenting books said. "But you also scared Mama. And your Das. And you bled from trying too hard. That's not safe."
Not safe. The understatement of the century given she'd gone into temporal shock and nearly died.
