Sovuh looked at the curious eyes, each locked onto his own. Wrapping his arms around Lirra, he continued to speak.
“...And the metal man stepped forward, ready to hurt all those innocent people. But your sister knew what to do. She’s a Jedi, a protector of peace. So she ran up to it, proclaiming, ‘I am Dal Sovuh-Ferathu! I am a Jedi! And you will not hurt them!’ And with three quick swipes, she cut the man’s weapon apart and put him to sleep! She protected all those people, even though she didn’t know them. Because that’s what a Jedi does. That’s what a hero does. Now, go clean up for supper.”
Lirra giggles softly, looking at Sovuh. “You know that’s not what happened, right?”
“I know…. But let the kids believe that the heroes never get hurt a bit longer, okay, love? The world is dark enough, let them see their sister as a brilliant light of hope.”
The Denmother nods, looking at the tiny kits washing up. “It may be rude…. But I hope that none of them are Jedi. I get reports, you know. Not from the Jedi. From our network. It’s been bad. They needed this. I hope that this helps them. All of them. I’m just concerned my daughter will come home in a box.”
Sovuh nods. “All we can do is give her a home to come back to. Now…. Let us get back to dinner- Hey! Luke, stop splashing your sister! Lira, don’t splash your brother back-”