adults talking

"And you assume I'm not?" she asked with a ghost of a smile, though she obliged.  "You'd be right."  She'd done a bit of hunting here and there, but most of her time had been spent regrouping and relaxing.  As a result she felt more herself than she had in months, the security of a home and the knowledge that someone had her back doing much for her state of mind.

"By my count, at least three and a half."  She studied the pile of wriggling blobs, darkened ears perked forward in interest.  "Do they have names?"  They were cute, in that wierd alien newborn way.  Danica preferred when they actually began to show some personality, but she had nothing against babies either.  They weren't exactly interesting, but there was something seriously endearing about a creature who relied so solely on you for everything.