Tuktu Weir sacrifices must be made

he sensed, rather than felt the approach of Rowan, and as she often did, he felt her light touch on his shoulder. steeling himself, he turned the golden eyes that now burned with cold fury onto the ashen woman, his expression soon cracking into a sigh of grief that carried the threat of tears. "hey, Ro," the boy muttered, giving her a nickname as he had everyone else in his world.

his eyes fell to her sides. "how are you feeling?" Cas pressed on, soon returning his gaze to Rowan's own. he wondered how long it would be before they were born but had no true grasp of how long it took to create babies.