“Stop turning your head,” the girl chided behind them, reaching out and placing a mug of hot chocolate down on the table before them.
Their eyes met hers, and they smiled sheepishly.
“If you keep turning your head, the towel will fall off and you’ll get hair dye everywhere,” she warned, suddenly strangely maternal.
Eirian smiled warmly back.
“I’m trying!” they protested.
It took a long moment before Poppy realised that there was a sound from the hallway, a key in a lock, the front door opening slowly. Quickly, she looked up to see her mother standing on the threshold of the kitchen, her expression pale and tired.
“What’s wrong?” she asked quickly, forgetting Eirian and rushing to her mother’s side.
Luna Labyrinth smiled weakly and brushed her concern away.
“I’m fine. Just a long day at work.”
Poppy pointedly pulled out a chair at the table, and her mother acquiesced, sitting down wearily, and registering Eirian at the other end of the table for the first time.