Blackfeather Woods From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent

She didn't answer his question. Ramsay chocked it up to to fatigue. Surely giving birth was an ordeal that few could overcome without succumbing to their own exhaustion. He had no idea and never would.

I am well, Ramsay replied, doing his best not to stare at the newborns at Moonshadow's teats. How many? he wondered. He was capable of counting, of course, but... there was just something weird about it and he shied away from looking too closely. Better to let her preserve her privacy and tell him herself.