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He'd made sure to feed Sorana before she went to bed that night, and stayed up until she was fast asleep. She was growing so fast — someday soon Reyes knew he wouldn't be able to keep company with her this way. His other children, the ones who had abandoned him for their mother, had moved on so fast; he was determined to hold on to Sorana for as long as he could.

When she was fast asleep, he didn't want to leave her. The sound of someone outside of the den made him look sleepily to the door, and with a cautious air about him, Reyes begrudgingly left his daughter where she was nesting to go investigate for himself.

It wasn't the first time Teya had arrived home at a late hour, smelling like anything other than Brecheliant. It was the first time that Reyes had pulled himself out of his father-daughter fog to really take notice, and he stood in the den mouth barring her way, watching her in the moonlight.

He didn't know what to say, except — Do you think I'm an idiot, Teya? His voice was frigid. The expression on his face was a mimicry of stoicism but there was obvious hurt there, in the tired lines around his eyes.