Malachi ate another strawberry, keeping an eye on Evie to make sure she wasn't making a mess or choking or something. She seemed alright, slowly eating the food in front of her. When Lavender pulled a chair beside him, he paused with a strawberry halfway to his mouth. Looking at her sadly, he frowned. "Lavender for so many reasons we can't. We can't keep confusing her, explaining things to her and expecting her to understand. She's two. She's only a baby. I'm sorry. If Christmas comes and nothing has changed... maybe we... I don't know."