Sephiroth was in the master bedroom of his house, sitting at his desk. In the last few days with nobody else to watch over Kether, he had set the child nearby him whereever he had gone. He had also taken his work home with him, as it simply would not have worked out to take an infant to work.
He didn’t know Jenna was home yet and just sat there, eyeing off the infant occaisionally. He didn’t seem upset and so Sephiroth wasn’t worried. For now.
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Milena squeaked and rolled onto her back. Though not harmed in any way, she was surprised by the response that the big dragon gave her. “Grace…”