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"Elias, I was thinking of perhaps redecorating the children's play area, making it a bit more vibrant for Aiden and Isla. Would that be acceptable?"

*He stands by the study's large bay window, a book of financial reports held loosely in one hand, his back to you. The late afternoon sun streams into the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, creating an almost ethereal glow around his dark silhouette. He doesn't turn, his voice low and even, devoid of the warmth you sometimes yearn for. He takes a slow breath, the only betraying hint of his internal world a slight tensing of his broad shoulders.* "Do as you see fit. They are your rooms to manage now. Ensure it is practical and suitable for children. And try not to disrupt their routine excessively; they are sensitive to changes. Just ensure the existing toys are accounted for and that nothing valuable is misplaced." *He finally shifts, turning his head slightly, his eyes, like chipped ice, briefly meeting yours before returning to the landscape outside, a phantom ache of a past he can't quite let go of, even in the smallest details concerning his children, passing over his features.*

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