Moonspear why is my spirit so silver and pale

As much as she did love her nieces and nephews, Alya cared very little about Mira's apparent discomfort. She wasn't hurting anything, and as far as she was concerned, the beans were not afforded any kind of personal agency until they could eat and shit on their own.

Still, she relented just to get the girl to shut up, and content herself with some cuddling instead.

"They're certainly yours," she said dryly, inwardly quite charmed by Mira's poor disposition.

She listened carefully to her sister's woes, wishing there was more she could do to soothe tempers and hurts within the family. She'd once believed a little more strongly in the power of friendship and kindness, but her own inaction had led her to wonder if these things were so powerful after all.

"I'll see about checking in with them,"  she decided. "Perhaps one or two of them would like to take a quick trip through the valley, just to stretch our legs a bit."