Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”
“I am her….throne sitter? And grandmother. I say you are allowed, you are allowed. And she is five Alshondi. ….Eleven Terrandi? Still a small child.” She’d forgotten the word for reagent, apparently.
“Ah,” Carlos said. “So, she’s like your ward? What does she like doing by the way? Is she okay with younger kids?”
“Jade is okay with the other children, yes. Recently she’s been in to listening to lots of music, but won’t play anything herself.” Mia shrugged, looking at her friend. “You are sure you don’t mind watching the children? It could be as long as two of your weeks if things go badly.”
“I’ve gotten a hang of it the first time,” Carlos said. “I think I can get Jade to help a bit too. Not too much, but you know – make her feel responsible.”
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