"You're…" Kaelis looks at Lior, and Ezra could see it clearly, the brief hesitation, the way Kaelis' expression shifted just slightly as if he was choosing his words carefully.
It wasn't like him to pause.
Ezra could tell he was deciding whether to lie or tell the truth, weighing it in that split second, probably thinking about how much the child could handle.
Considerate. Ezra will give him that.
"You're still a target," Kaelis says, giving him a sad smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You and your maman. Though I'm sure they won't be so bold as to come take you right away, we just need to take precautions."
Lior blinks at him, processing, his small brows pulling together slightly.
"What's precashos?" Lior asks, looking up at Ezra, clearly stuck on the unfamiliar word.
Ezra exhales softly, the tension easing just a little as he crouches his explanation down into something simpler.
