Broken Antler Fen Good wives always know.

Jasmine's movement wasn't easily ignored, and when she cried out Ibis turned sharply as if to reprimand her; then she saw how pathetic and small the girl appeared, unable to see well yet, or regulate herself. With a sigh, Ibis resigned herself to the duties inherent of motherhood: taming the riled girl by drawing her close, holding her.

Diantha's tiny body was positioned against her chest in the crook of one arm, while Jasmine was carefully (but not so delicately) brought close too, so they shared space together. Diantha did not appear eager to eat. She was flailing a bit, pawing at Ibis' chin while the mother focused her attention on the riled up ginger girl.

Hush now, don't wake your brother...