"We need to let her rest, my love." Charles said his voice low and quiet not to disturb Elizabeth. "Sometimes, our doll needs her rest. Sort of like when you're having one of your bad days and everything is a mess."
Mary frowned, "Poor doll," Charles watched the dark-haired woman closely, 'poor doll' could be followed by a pinch, pout or a fight when it came to Mary, he held the girl tighter in his arms ready to get her out of the danger zone depending on which way his sire leaned.
"It's like that for her too my love, only she isn't as strong as we are." He whispered eyes looked on his sire.
"I can fill my head with lovely screams to make it better," Mary suggested with a smile.
Charles shook his head at her, "Those screams don't help her, they would make it worse for her. She
