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jhala was still learning about her sons disability. it was something of an inconvenience, sure, but it just made him seem younger to her. younger was okay, it made it seem like her babies hadn't grown up in the blink of an eye. regardless, she hoped that this would e subconscious. tapat surely wouldn't remember it, but maybe it would combine with his natural instinct and would show up should he ever need to defend himself. that was the goal jhala had in mind for tapat-- astik was another story.

her boys both whined when she kissed them, though tapat's were the same sweet whines he gave her when he was still a little baby-- and she could tell that astik still appreciated the affection. "you'll be okay, pat," she promised him with another gentle kiss, "astik's gotcha." and i've got you, she added to herself. her boys would be fine.

"we're gonna start with a ready position-- kay?" she began, immediately dropping down into what the boys would know as a play-bow. "copy me."