"Zephyr," Abigail repeated softly, and she smiled again. "I like it."
She cupped his cheek in her palm for a moment, then chuckled and withdrew her hand to brush a few strands of snow white hair back from Asta's face. "God, I think I might actually be too old for you now," she told the elemental with a wry laugh. "And this one here..."
She held her daughter at arm's length for a moment, shaking her head in quiet wonder. "Stars above us, you look just like me, don't you? Well, except for the freckles."
Asta giggled, she couldn't help it. "I like yours," she told Abigail quietly.