Orpheus pinned his ears back as he looked up at Sephiroth. He then whimpered as he looked to his mother, who was retreating to the bedroom. Soon after, he looked at the offered hand before he whined again. Still, being a good boy, he took his grandfather’s hand so that he could toddle after him. However, he was still rather young, only about two years old, so he had trouble keeping up.
Desiree slipped back into the bedroom before she looked at Holly and nodded. “Thank you for coming. Umm…,” she mumbled as she looked over what Holly had brought into the room. “I thought you were bringing the make-up for me.”