[Erina let their tea steep as she considered this. With a dollop of sugar (and blood) for him, and a squirt of lemon for her, she returned his cup to his side and pressed a kiss to the top of her husband's horny head.]

Rationally, I think that it is a case of nurture over nature. The boy shows a desire to help, but has reactions of a much younger child. As a mother, I see pieces that are terminally unfixed and must be set to rights before anything can come of it.

[The boy needed a good talking to, but not a heavy hand.]

Imagine if our boy were in his shoes. Or Lizzie, were we not here.