Idun goes to sit on Emit’s lap, and though his jaw grinds, he allows it, while she sticks her hand out to show Damien the minor wound he left her with. Eyes sharp and somewhat narrowed, he takes her hand, kissing it, even as his jaw clenches with the action. It gets harder and harder to play these games. Idun and Arion love them far too much. Despite their effectiveness at controlling population, it’s gotten too cold. It happens too often these days.
