Broken Antler Fen Good wives always know.

With her attention almost wholly dedicated to her precious son, rather than the puny daughter who refused often enough to eat or the ginger girl that fought her on everything, it took some further protests from Jasmine before Ibis redirected her entirety to the tending of the girl; she was frustrated by this, of course.

What — what, Jasmine. Come on now, shhhh... Ibis didn't mean to be so clipped; she was overwhelmed by everything in the heat of the moment and still very hormonal, not that such things should excuse the harshness of her response. Jasmine was innocent - she was so young.

Ibis held her between her forelimbs while Roswell lay clustered by her ribs, giving him access to more food. She began to dole out licks to Jasmine's face, hopeful that the attention and the warmth would sooth her.

Lilitu and Arielle had not been this defiant, she thought, with surprising bitterness.