While the Gremlord was still mentally spiraling in silence, the others had already shifted their focus elsewhere. To the tiny star at the heart of this strange world.
Rosie.
She zipped through the air in a streak of green light and laughter, zeroing in on her target.
*Thump.*
"Rosie's taking the high ground!" she declared, perching herself right on top of Quinlan's head like a tiny queen atop her rightful throne.
Her little feet dangled over his forehead, her hands clutching a few loose locks of his dark hair. She wiggled happily in place until she found the spot that felt just right.
"Being close to Papa helps Rosie focus more! Yep yep!" she beamed down.
"Is that so…" Quinlan murmured, amusement bubbling in his voice. A lopsided grin spread across his face as he tilted his eyes upward—well, as much as he could while his daughter used him as a living nest. "Papa can't help but wonder how that can be the case."
In truth, he knew it was nonsense.
A cute excuse.
