"…Are you sure?" she teased softly, her voice low and playful. "Really sure?"
Lithia didn't reply immediately. She simply nodded, her cheek resting still against her mother's shoulder.
"…I will be…" she murmured softly. "First wife. Soon."
Harny blinked in amusement. "Oh my~ So bold tonight."
Lithia's face flushed, but she didn't pull away.
Then Harny's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone turning sly. "Hmm? Is this because of that promise? You remember, the one where you said… 'When I get married, you should marry the same man too.'"
Lithia stiffened.
Harny raised an eyebrow. "That one?"
She nodded again, slowly this time. Her voice was almost a whisper. "...Yes."
Her gaze lowered, her fingers curling into the blanket.
"…It's… better than the other men," she mumbled softly. "Besides…"
She hesitated before whispering almost inaudibly, so softly that Harny almost didn't catch it:
"…He's gentle."
Harny's expression softened completely.
"…You really love him,"
