Heron Lake Plateau [m] your hands can heal, your hands can bruise

She was doing alright with her mind focused, but then Phox moved in to inspect the black blob child and moved the babe close to her; she was instantly repulsed by it. No, not it — she was afraid of hurting him, the way she hurt the other two. Her body hated these children and she didn't know if she could be what they needed. She stood up sharply when the child was placed near her, and paced away from it a few quick steps.

Then, more pain. Camilla tried to calm down and keep her eyes on the ground, but she couldn't stop glancing over at the writhing body of her newborn son. A part of her wanted to go to it, knew it needed warmth and food and all those things, but she was so afraid — and then the last child came. This one didn't bring her pain. It followed after its brother — but it was so, so much smaller than him. A tiny, pale gold glimmer in the grass (@Fennec).

She breathed deeply as the pain receded, and lay in the grass with a blank, glassy look in her eyes.