Sebastian bowed down to inspect the baby. She had been placed in a little box, Eleanora having tucked her in as though she could feel it.
The demon's crimson eyes glanced to the side, taking in the sight of Mr Thompson staring at the little box, arms crossed over his chest. He almost looked annoyed, the scowl on his face likening that of someone who had the sun shining straight into his face. But the carriage that had halted abruptly upon Eleanora's outcry was casting a shadow over him and his daughters. There was no reason for him to scowl.
No physical reasons, at least.
Straightening up, Sebastian looked to Ciel and Eleanora. He gave off a little shake of his head in reply.
Both demon and master watched in pure surprise as Eleanora suddenly clutched onto her chest as though she had a heart like a human, her other hand grasping Ciel's shoulder before she fell to her knees. Tears fell down her cheeks, and Sebastian's eyes widened.
He had to admit, he had never seen a demon cry.
Suddenly, Mr Thompson was not scowling anymore. Instead, the glare had turned upside down into a smirk. Crimson eyes watched this with intrigue before Sebastian hurried over to his master, taking Eleanora's hand from Ciel and letting her clutch her fingers to Sebastian's gloved ones instead.
Ciel simply stared in shock.
Through her sobs, Eleanora glanced up at Sebastian. Purple eyes met red ones, but neither said a word.
"Very well then." Mr Thompson's voice came as a surprise. "We'll bury it with my late wife."
He might as well have just waved off the situation as though nothing had happened, before stepping back into his carriage. Rose was the last of the four daughters to step inside. She tilted her head to the side, watching Eleanora for a bit, before reaching out a hand to her.
"Not now, Rose…"
"It is an order."
Eleanora stiffened. And so did Sebastian and Ciel. Neither had heard that authority in the girl's voice before, and neither had seen such a cold look ever emanated from a child so young.
"Yes baby girl…" Eleanora stood, Sebastian following up with her. Her purple eyes met his once more, and there was a reluctance when she pulled away from his touch. Brushing off her skirts, she moved over to Rose and took the child's hand. A sudden smile appeared on the child's lips before she entered the carriage with Eleanora.
"Peculiar…" commented Sebastian.
"Indeed." The two stood watching Bard and Finny grab the dead infant to carry over to the carriage carrying the coffin. Meanwhile, Mr Thompson ordered for his carriage to take off, not even looking back at his dead daughter. "I believe we ought to have a talk with –"
"Perhaps I should talk to Eleanora first."
"Are you sure?" asked Ciel, a little annoyed at being interrupted.
"I can manage," smirked Sebastian.