Qeya River i'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning

a tiny, lopsided grin caught wren's face. good idea, she mumbles, stretching out her limbs as much as she was able in their rather less-than-spacious den. i'll stay here with 'em, if you wanna go.
because, for all of her misgivings and for what it took to get here, she would not trade any of it for the world; this new life, this new home. and silvertongue was right — it wouldn't be like this for long, and one day, they would surely miss it!
for now the riverwife swaddles her babes, shushing them and pulling them close for another feeding.