[ Corwin's hand stalls halfway between his plate and his mouth, lingering in midair for a long moment before he finally sets the fork down, looking over at Vivienne with an expression of solemn concern.
He's never been good with kids. He has a son of his own, but... Merlin grew into a young man in the Courts of Chaos long before Corwin even knew he existed. He definitely doesn't know how to handle a possessed child. ]
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He's never been good with kids. He has a son of his own, but... Merlin grew into a young man in the Courts of Chaos long before Corwin even knew he existed. He definitely doesn't know how to handle a possessed child. ]
I'm sorry. Was the kid alright, after?