Hey! Roxy Goth here, hope you all enjoy this chapter.
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Julieta sighed and stirred the food she was making. She rubbed her eyes and yawned slightly. For some reason she wasn't sleeping well recently.
Suddenly Augustin appeared behind her and wrapped his arms round her. "¿Te sientes bien, querida?*"
"I'm just tired." Julieta explained. "Can you take over while I have a short nap? I don't know what's come over me-"
"Of course, my angel." Augustin said, taking the spoon of her. "Leave it to me."
It only took a few minutes for a concerned Luisa to appear in the doorway behind him. "Máma says she feels tired." She stated. "Are you going to be...alright making the dinner?"
Augustin smiled knowing where his middle daughter was coming from. Aside from the whole 'healing powers' thing there was a reason that Julieta tended to cook and it was that the other members of the family had a remarkable habit of either burning the food, themselves or just turning the kitchen into a disaster area in general. Augustin, as you may imagine, was considered fairly lethal in the kitchen as he once managed to accidently stab himself with a spoon. [The non-round end], so he could understand his daughters concern.
"Creo que estaré bien, gracias Luisa." Augustin said, as he stirred. He rather thought that might be the end of the conversation, but after a few seconds he realised his daughter was still standing there. "¿Puedo ayudarte, querida?*"
"At least let me carry the bowls over when you're done." Luisa said, slightly desperately.
Augustin laughed. "Why do I get the feeling you don't trust me?"
"Because you keep burning yourself on the hot plates." Luisa said, clearly not getting the 'rhetorical' aspect of the question.
Okay, her Papa had to give her that one. "I suppose you can pass me spices." He said, smiling at her.
A few minutes passed in comfortable silence before Augustin asked. "You seem a bit quiet today. Is everything alright?"
"Multa.*" Luisa said. immediately. "Justo... pensando, ya sabes.*"
"Hhmm? About anything in particular?"
His daughter frowned a bit and sighed. "Nothing I can put my finger on. I just feel generally anxious. Which isn't good, I know."
Augustin nodded, not wanting to push her. "Well...you know if you ever need to talk I'm here. As is your Mamá."
Luisa smiled. "Thank you, Papá."
*Are you feeling alright, my dear?
*I think I'll be alright, thank you Luisa.
*Can I help you, darling?
*Fine
*Just...thinking, you know.