Phantom Hollow the cover of the wings of grasshoppers

She is no spring chicken, soothed by Damien's words. The words are not backed up by any semblance of logic, after all. But she gives him a smile nonetheless, knowing that any resistance is futile. Nothing can change their precarious situation now. All they can do is make the best of it—and hopefully, they will return home soon.

How are the children? Megara asks, changing the subject, for she is loath to speak any more of hypotheticals. Better to focus on the Melonii, her greatest pride, her greatest weakness. Is Nyx nursing well?