Hushed Willows no living man am i! — you look upon a woman

Lily leaned into the tales of Dragomir and Isilmë, grinning and nodding altogether. Aure's apology caught her very much off-guard; she shook her head with great emphasis, fixing her fiery stare—more a hearth than a wildfire—on her friend.

You're not self-absorbed, Aure, she insisted. I did ask you about your children, after all—it only makes sense that you would speak of them at length. She knew that if prompted, she would do the same. And, oh! It appeared as though she had been prompted!

Quite, Lily remarked, rolling her eyes. Lana never shuts up, Ziggy is a terror, and Cam. . .Cam lives in his own little world. Certainly not this world. Where had he gotten that from? She had always been somewhat spacey, sure, but not to the extent that her son exhibited. But I love them, of course. Wonderful pups.

She cocked her head. How is everyone in Diaspora?