Hushed Willows eat your heart out

She nodded. I need help from everyone if he's going to survive, but he was a fighter, that little boy. Already Tambourine had excelled where she thought he'd flounder; he'd gained weight instead of lost it, and seemed to be a bountiful well of energy whereas everyone else in this place was so dulled by the famine. It still pained her to think that her other son, her first born, was dead and gone. That all that remained was this withered husk of a skull. She looked at it intently now, bowing her head as if in reverence, and loosed a small sigh. Unlike this one. One dead, one alive — it was better to focus on the positive, but Octavia found it so hard sometimes. After a pause she turned back to look at Kunik, her sad smile returning. I suppose one is better than nothing.