“Your face is red,” she said simply, her lips curving in the barest hint of a knowing smile.
“Oh, that?” Arnav hesitated for a brief moment, scratching his cheek in that familiar, guilty little gesture that Raellyn knew all too well. It was his universal tell, a silent confession that he’d been caught feeling something he couldn’t quite say aloud. “I’ve… experienced it before,” he said finally, his voice deliberately casual, though the flicker in his eyes betrayed him.
Raellyn raised a single brow, her expression dripping with skepticism. “Every baby in the world experiences their mother’s milk, Arnav,” she said dryly, her tone almost teasing. His comment seemed completely irrelevant to the question she’d asked moments ago.
“Yes,” he drawled, the corner of his lips twitching upward with
