ScarletThen Leo’s small voice broke through the silence. “Aunt Scarlet?”I forced a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “It’s okay, buddy,” I said quietly.Lysander was already moving, his jaw tight, eyes sharp. “Hey—whose idea was that?” His voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through the chatter like a blade.The kids stammered, one of them blurting, “It was just for the art booth! We didn’t mean—”He held up a hand, taking a steady breath before crouching down to their level. “Accidents happen,” he said, calm but firm. “Next time, make sure it’s not near someone’s head, alright?”They nodded quickly and scurried off.He turned to me then, his gaze softer now. “You okay?”I nodded once. “Yeah. Just cold.”He took a handkerchief from his pocket, stepping closer than he probably should’ve, and gently dabbed at my hair and face. His touch was careful, his eyes flicking up to meet mine for half a second longer than necessary.“Better?” he asked.“Not really,” I whispered, but a small smil
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