Raven was home alone taking care of Vladimir, her son with Gar.
Sitting on the couch, Raven was reading a book while occasionally glancing over at Vladimir.
Everything seemed normal.
Until Raven looked up again.
There was a bruise on Vladimir's cheek and a small streak of dried blood coming from a scrape on his face.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Vladimir?" she asked, immediately closing her book.
Raven quickly walked over and knelt in front of him.
"What happened to your face?"
"You tripped?" Raven repeated, carefully examining the injury. "When?"
"And why didn't you tell me?"
Vladimir gave a small shrug.
"I didn't think it was important."
"And why didn't you cry?"
"Because it didn't hurt."
Raven instantly sensed his emotions.
In fact, Vladimir never lied.
The boy looked back at her quietly.
Raven placed a hand against his injured cheek.
Within seconds, the injury disappeared completely.
Vladimir touched his cheek.
Raven gently brushed a few strands of hair from his face.
"Listen to me. The next time something like this happens, I want you to tell to mommy "
Vladimir nodded obediently.
She pulled him into a warm hug.
Vladimir hugged her back without saying a word.
Raven gently kissed his forehead.