They could go get toy swords and spar some in their free time. It was less dangerous, and it seemed like a good excuse to get some exercise. And a good excuse to get close to Atticus.
And, maybe, they could see if Devyn had any fun moves to teach them.
…Or not, but Amarynthos was never going to complain about any time he got to spend with Atticus.
Alastor could see the boys out of the corner of his eye, but he’d have been lying if he said all of his attention wasn’t on Sessrumnir right now. He settled down next to him and rested close as he kept his hand easily accessible for him.
“Well, that’s good to know,” he said softly. “I like when you say sweet things like that. I’ll have to return the favor. When we get home.”
Whenever the boys were done sparring. He was glad to see them so enthusiastic, and it was better they work their energy out now.
He wanted them to be safe and prepared as much as he wanted to make sure Michael went to bed knowing how important and good he was. And knowing how much Devyn loved and appreciated him.
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