"Mama, Father, where have you been all this time?" Roman questioned, crossing his small arms over his chest. "I wanted to play with both of you," he added, pouting his lips in disappointment.
"We merely walked down to the shore," Damian replied smoothly. "We shall play in the morning. It is time for dinner now, and we must eat."
"Why did Father not take me along?" Roman complained, sliding down from the sofa to stand before them. "I wanted to witness how the shore looks under the stars."
"It was far too dark out there. You would have been frightened," Damian answered reasonably, extending a hand to give his son a gentle pat on the head. "Let us head to the dining hall. You must be weary after such a long journey."
"Hmm." Roman turned his head and noticed Eilika standing close beside him. He caught her hand in his, then looked down, his brow furrowing as he noticed the damp, darkened velvet of her hem. "Mama, you will catch a chill if you do not change your dress."
