Noemi stood on shaky legs in front of her mother. She held her favourite plushy in her arms and her eyes were full of tears.
Isabella scooped her up into her arms and took a better look at her crying daughter.
It took her a moment to realise why her little one was crying.
Some wisps were missing from the wolf she had made from different pieces of cloth for her daughter.
»Moony hurt«, Noemi sniffled.
Isabella smiled softly and took the toy from her daughters embrace.
»I will make him all better, baby. I promise«, Isabella told her and pressed a gentle kiss against her brow.
»When, mommy?«, Noemi asked.
»He will be better in the morning, sweetheart.«
Noemi nodded and toddled of to play with her blocks.