Lavinia seems to like elders. Not just the Empress Grandmother, but also the nanny.
She stares at the old woman and, at some point, yells happily.
The nanny smiles. She's proud as if the child was her own blood.
«See?» Alexander murmurs while crouching in front of her. «My daughter is beautiful, isn't she?»
The nanny reaches out for Alexander's head and ruffles his hair.
He just closes his eyes and smiles, happy himself.
At this moment, I realise that this woman is the one that brought him up. She was there at every moment of his life, so she's to thank if Alexander became the man he is today.
Even with his two lives, he wouldn't be this patient and careful without someone guiding him as a child.
When she's done praising Alexander, the nanny turns to me.
Is it my turn to have a head pat?
She extends her arm, her palm open and turned upwards.
