Hideaway Strath I'm thinking things that I might start regretting

Nyra knit her brows some, thinking. 
Yeah she would be fine raising their pups on her own, she thought, but she also realized over the years...

"I think it's important that our children know their father. You are a mischievous but kind soul, and I see no issue with you being around to help however you can." The Overseer was once again indirect, but she hoped it was a bit clearer that this was a choice he would have to make himself. 
She wasn't going to force him. 

So to his awkward, owlish blinking, she mirrored his inquiry back at him. 
"What do you want to do?" Nyra asked softly. 
Her efforts were only aimed to help him, not confuse him. And her hellfire gaze was patient, understanding. 

Like she knew, in a way, what it was like to be young and thrown into this.