You want one more baby Drenchgrot? Pull my leg, I guess…
““Good. Pour a bit slower - depending on the temperature, the solution can effervesce just enough to spill over if you pour too fast.” Oria adjusts her grip on the bucket, and Amri nods in satisfaction. “Very good. It’ll have to sit overni-“
Oria’s eyes flick away, and she interrupts him, lowering the bucket and trying desperately to prevent it from spilling at her sudden movement. “Zenna! Stop! No!”
Amri whirls around, and before he can truly process what he’s seeing, he leaps into action. He runs across the workshop toward his youngest daughter and grabs the beakers just as she moves to pour them into a bucket just like Ori’s.
The chemicals sting his hands and his eyes water from the pain, but he doesn’t care. He tugs the pieces of glassware from Zenna’s hands and places them carefully onto Cade’s workstation, well out of reach, and as far apart as he can manage.
Oria is on her knees at Zenna’s side, pouring water over her little sister’s hands and furiously checking the rest of her body. His baby girl is crying, frightened by her older sister’s fear and, Amri is sure, by the way he pulled the cylinders from her grasp. He sinks to his knees in front of Zenna and starts going through the same motions. His hands are shaking from fear and adrenaline, and his heart is pounding.
“Dad... she’s okay. There’s none on her, she’s fine.” Ori pulls him back. “Let me rinse your hands, Dad. They’re getting worse.” He holds his hands out to Oria, flinching as the water hits the chemical burns on his hands. As soon as she’s rinsed them, Oria springs up. “I’ll go and get help.”
“Not Mom. Auntie Eliona.”
“Of course, not Mom,” she scoffs. Ori runs off, and Amri reaches for his littlest daughter, who is wailing at the sight of his blistered hands.
He pulls her into his lap and holds her tight, doing his best to soothe her. It’s not her fault, after all. “It’s alright, baby girl. It’s alright. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He’s let her play with the glassware since she was small, and she’s always liked to pretend that she was making “potions” just like her big sister. How was she supposed to know that the cylinders on the shelves weren’t full of water, today? How was she supposed to know that they shouldn’t be combined? She’s only four, after all. He’s supposed to be the one who makes sure she doesn’t get hurt. He’s supposed to be the one who keeps her safe...
“I was trying to do what Ori did,” Zenna cries, burying her face in his chest.
“I know, sweetling. I’m not mad at you, okay? Just scared. I thought you were going to get hurt.” He kisses the top of her head and rocks her back and forth as she clings to him.
“The water hurt you, Daddy," she sobs.
He leans away so that he can look onto her bright, honey brown eyes. "That wasn't water, Zenna." His presses his forehead to hers. "Daddy needs you to make a promise, okay?"
She sniffles, and he can tell that though she's still startled, she's listening.
"I need you to promise me that you'll never ever play with anything in the workshop unless I give it to you, okay? It's important."
"Okay, Daddy," she whispers, wiping at her eyes with her hands.”