Lucille hasten to settle her daughter into her bedroom and hide her delicate figure under the thicket of silk bedding. Aletheia melted into her mattress before her mother had even had the chance to pull back the sheets. Lucille did so promptly and without disturbing her disgruntled tween beneath the covers.

She tucked her twelve-year-old baby into the sheets and pulled the covers up to her pale neck, delicately placing a single kiss atop her daughter's head. The mother made a move towards the door, flicking the lights down so her daughter's head could rest, when Theia's voice rose to her mother's ears.

"Of course." Lucille smiled, looking back over her shoulder as her hand gripped the doorframe. Her hair poured out over her back in waves that caught the little light shining in from the hall. "Don't think that this excuses you from future dinners, though." She smirked with a mothering tease in her attitude.

She had taken another motion out the door when her daughter's voice poked through again, taking the air and her mother's step.

Again, Lucille glanced over her shoulder and smiled, sadly this time, but with understanding. "Just this once." She told her softly and then exited the room before the girl in distress could wiggle any other favours out of her while she was still 'weak' on motherly love.

Lucille closed her daughter's door behind her as her back fell against the frame and with her hand still on the handle, she took a deep breath to regain some of composure before presenting herself downstairs in front of the other children, who were most certainly waiting on her.

She heard the most peculiar noise, then, and her gaze followed the stream of light to the other end of the hall where a door was flicked open. Golden rays flooded into the hall, radiating then with not only light but laughter and the sound of small children playing with wooden sticks.

She was drawn to the room the end without having the control of her feet or her own gaze. Lucille walked slowly and with purpose, but silent as a mouse stalking on hard floors. When she came up on the room, the light touched her face and immediately her heart was filled with warmth, but when she looked inside the room was dark and she realised that she had been peering into one of the children's bedrooms. The lights were off and their things were scattered around the floor.

Lucille shook out her head, shutting her eyes harshly against themselves. "God..." She muttered, rubbing her temples with her two fingers and stressing the lines forming on her forehead. "I must be really tired." She concluded in that little mumbling to herself and then just like that! she turned and exited the hall and went to the stairs to continue her night as if the light and the laughter never touched her mind.