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

They continued to breathe, and Camilla seemed to be through the worst of it, but something about the way Poe spoke worried him. He tried to move his focus back to Camilla, back to the... his children. Whoa. They were... his. He had made them. Well, Camilla had made them. He had provided the secret ingredient.

Raven arrived, he sputtered out some of what had happened, and then a second later, she was gone, leaving the five of them – well, technically seven if you count the deceased. :'(

He stared at the two squirming bodies next to Camilla, then looked at her. While he had always been protective of her, this was a whole new level. He could have sworn his heart was going to leap directly out of his chest.

When Vasa approached, a low growl arose in his throat. It wasn't terribly threatening, and he had no intention of letting it go beyond that, but it was a warning. He was sure Poe would explain, but Phox knew that he was unable to right now.