Morningside Cuesta I've never veered starboard 'cause I've never sailed at all

She did not hear her father's laughter or weary sigh, but she felt the both - the former as a pleasant rumble in her chest, and the latter as a whoosh of air against her deaf little ears as he leaned across her to pluck Lavender out of the mess. The sister was tucked against their father's chest while Easy, messy as she was, was laid down atop her father's forelegs and given a quick wash with his tongue. She was purring happily by the time she was laid down by Lavender's side, and fast asleep by the time a freshly-cleaned Dauntless was set down beside her.

The girl murmured to herself, waking as the warmth of her brother soaked into her side. She wiggled until her head was burrowed under his.