[ Mako doesn't take her away from him even if a part of her wants to -- the overprotective part, the part that had raised Eleanor on her own for nearly a year, when she had been alone for almost two. She pauses at the dining table, and something clenches tight in her chest because that's her baby girl --
-- and that's Raleigh's, too.
She forces herself to remember that, to smooth over half-finished resentments, to remember the look on his face when he'd seen Eleanor, when it clicks and he understands. Mako sets the table in silence, watches how he is towards her, before she finally goes towards them and picks her up. ]
...Dinner's ready. [ Her words are quiet; deliberately neutral but not unkind. ]
NEVER
-- and that's Raleigh's, too.
She forces herself to remember that, to smooth over half-finished resentments, to remember the look on his face when he'd seen Eleanor, when it clicks and he understands. Mako sets the table in silence, watches how he is towards her, before she finally goes towards them and picks her up. ]
...Dinner's ready. [ Her words are quiet; deliberately neutral but not unkind. ]