…I mean, knocking her out with a spell is always an option
—he blinks, sipping on his coffee as he hears the phone ring—
Yes?
I’ve got experience, my sister is the same. Let her hit the sugar crash
Hello love, whats going on?— he softly asks, knowing his daughter and her tone. After all, he’s seen her grow up
There's a pause as he listens, and when Cathaír answers, his voice comes out soft, caring, as he has always been with his daughter.
-Why don't you come back home for the week, at least? You rest a bit and we can talk about this in depth, hm?- he hums, watching Esme sleep
