Dinner proved surprisingly pleasant. Franklin joined them in the dining room—his first time downstairs in days—clearly energized by Natasha's presence. The siblings' easy banter lightened the atmosphere, and Emma found herself laughing more than she had in weeks.
After the meal, while Natasha regaled Franklin with stories from the emergency room, Alek pulled Emma aside in the kitchen.
"Did you know Franklin called her?" he asked, loading plates into the dishwasher.
"No." Emma handed him glasses to add to the rack. "But I'm glad he did. She's wonderful."
"She's also nosy and opinionated," Alek warned with brotherly fondness. "And she'll absolutely take sides."
"Whose side?" Emma asked, curious.
"Whoever she thinks needs the most defending." Alek closed the dishwasher. "Usually anyone against me."
Emma smiled. "I like her already."
Alek paused, studying Emma's face. "You seem... lighter tonight."
"It's nice having family around," Emma admitted. "All of our family."
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