Blackfeather Woods how do i tell love from the taste of blood on my tongue?

she laughed gently, noticing the wiggle of Currituck's tiny ears. she was a bitty thing, and so incredibly cute, Tahani could hardly stand it. she wrapped her neck over the squat little body, creating a sort of cocoon for her to nestle into. she continued to groom, then when things were sorted out, she fell silent for a long moment, content to cuddle the child, the sounds of the forest lulling her into a stupor.

then she was singing, very quietly, an old song in the northern tongue Anânak had once crooned to them, when they were having trouble sleeping. Tahani was sure she had forgotten some of the words, and so she glossed over those passages with muted nonsense syllables, but it was otherwise intact, fresh in her memory as the day she first heard it. her throat rumbled against the child as she went on, mouth curved in a smile.