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the news that Em had spoken with Dee before departing the land was better received than Rowan's gentle, shamed explanations of what had transpired between herself and his dad ... bleh. Casmir had rocked back onto his haunches and there he sat, listening to her speak while struggling with a blend of emotions he had never tasted before. anger, because how could his dad even fucking do that? grief for Lasher, regret he hadn't been there in his father's final moments. and curiosity. and shock. and a good bit of bald interest thrown in there just to fuck with his mind.

"no," Cas muttered after a long series of moments. he didn't quite know what Rowan meant about being 'caught in her season,' but he found himself comforted by the fact that her and his dad had at least felt more for each other than just base lust. maybe his dad had even meant to stick around and raise them ... as messed up as that was. 

Aria .... "why is she so mad?" he inquired, more to himself than anything. "these ... these kids could be good for Donnelaith. my dad was ... well everyone sorta loved him. why couldn't they love these kids too?" he whispered, eyeing her belly again. he simply couldn't help himself. it hadn't been weird when his little sisters were born because his mom had been around. Rowan wasn't Blue Willow -- she was a stranger. 

but also not really? those were his baby brothers and sisters she was carrying, after all. Casmir felt no anger toward her, just a mild curiosity. his emotions were reserved for a dead man, someone from whom he could never demand answers. "maybe you should tell Dee. she will be stoked, i'm sure. she loves babies. and you ... should probably have someone isn't angry around?" he didn't even know. 

"do they kick a lot?" he blurted abruptly.