Sleepy Fox Hollow and hoping made you hurt more

Nothing special, Wylla answered, shifting a little to give Mahler more room to inspect little @Isa. She did not lunge at him as she had last time. @Anselm and @Emmerich drank with greedy gnashing gums. Wylla winced against the onslaught to her poor body and hoped they would fall asleep soon. At least the girl was gentler.

She came after the fucking fat one, so she came real easy, she said, hushed. What... what's wrong with her? She almost called Isa an "it" just then, but even if the girl was sick and needed to be disposed of, she was still their daughter. There was a crushing amount of disappointment in Wylla that this birth had not gone perfectly. Last year, Phaedra had water in her lungs.

This year, she feared their newest daughter would not make it.