Kirsikka is... well, not exactly always the most mindful about her surroundings. Her father's voice brings a short yelp, then a laugh as she dives for the flowers that will surely compliment her sister's mane very well. She picks them eagerly, busy with her new task for quite a minute or two or so, and hardly notices the change in his eyes or in his body as she does, so eager to please as she currently is.
It doesn't escape her sister and her mother though, but while Kukka's smile is almost wry as he ruffles her mane and she gives him an affectionate peck on the cheek, she doesn't linger long. Instead the blue-rimmed girl joins her sister, playfully pulling on her mane and fully intent on distracting her. She is quite sure that while their father loves to see them, even in her young age she understands that he will want time for himself, time to talk to mother.
Ilma gives a small chuckle as she watches the girls play and weave their flowers in one another's mane and tail, quite certain this is something of a keepsake they might continue doing for years to come. Svedka falls into step with her naturally, and she doesn't question his appearance or where he's been. A small part of her worries for the way he looks, but she knows she is no healer, and is quite certain he knows where to go should he need such magic. Right now all she can give him is her warmth and affection, so the leans in for the touch of his skin. There is little if not nothing that would truly be able to separate them, for she knows he will find her wherever he went, or goes in the future. It is that kind of certainty that sustains her now, that never worries where he is or what he is doing.
She doesn't ask when he doesn't speak up, though he might discern by now that she is in fact a little curious - not in the least about his swollen sides, though the strained movements he makes are the ones that do in fact worry her. Instead of asking, she bumps his nose, then rests her head against his neck, right under the jawline where she finds a patch of unscarred skin.
It's meant to be just that, a reassuring touch and a moment of peace, but she jerks back rather suddenly, a strange vision she cannot quite imagine overtaking her senses for the briefest of seconds. "You are... pregnant?" she says it softly, but clearly rather confused. She hadn't meant to ask, but... what had happened?
wherever you go… bring me home?
@[Svedka]