[ alisaie watches in silence as prompto works, and of course he takes to it easily, naturally. you might think feeding a toddler is simple, but it isn't always, especially if they're being fussy and stubborn, but louisoix is a good eater, will happily inhale almost anything in front of him. almost. his little hands are reaching out, grabbing for the spoon, and alisaie is about to tell him that prompto could hand the spoon over to him, but then he's talking.

her eyes flicker up toward his face, her heart breaking at the sight of them, and the words that follow. briefly, she closes her eyes, exhaling softly, before she's leaning into him, and lifting a hand to brush it gently to his face. ]

That's enough.

[ her voice is gentle, but there's a firmness in it as well, that will brook no argument. ]

It could not be helped, and that is no fault of yours. We are together now, and we will not leave you. I am.. sorry that I could not find you more quickly, that you could not be there when you wanted to be, but I will not allow you to carry that blame.