Neverwinter Forest divinity will stain your fingers

asmoses, hours newly born, does not comprehend the world around him. blind and deaf he vaguely knows the weak sense of taste — he knows in the way the heart knows to beat, that it is good. that he likes it. that it will nurture him. he knows his sister and mother: by the sense of touch which is currently his strongest sense. his lips smack against a tuft of his amma's fur, mistaking it for the teat he fell asleep suckling. his task is abruptly stilled and he freezes as he tries to process the sensation of his paw being suckled — though presently he isn't aware of limbs beyond they are awkward and useless extensions of his newborn self. confused, asmoses lets out a chirrup that lengthens into a cry to express his confusion; loud to any adult with ears but nothing but soundless vibrations along his vocal chords; a push of air into and from his lungs. what is eating me? he tries and fails to ask, unable to conceive that the culprit is liliana and that she wasn't trying to eat him.