“Hic, relique habere potes,”
“Here, you can have the rest of mine,” Uriella says, giving hers to Uriah.
“Tam iniquum est. Cur tam parvam aquam habemus ut bibamus nisi vicine piscinam plenam habeat?”
“It is so unfair. Why do we have such little water to drink but the neighbors have a pool full of it?” Uriah cries.
Uriella sighs, and sweeps her hand over Uriah’s hair, “uno die eris matures intelligas quam commodum sit habere piscinam,”
“one day you will be old enough to understand just how selfish it is to have a pool.”
“Veni, tempus ut te paratum ad lectum,”
“come, time to get you ready for bed,” Uriella says, picking Uriah up and walking him to the bathroom.
After cleaning him with a cloth using as little as possible Kheprian blood as she does not want to anger her husband she mad
