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Her answer didn't spark anything in him. He wasn't angry exactly, he didn't want to withdraw or back down from this conversation. They both knew it was a moment that had to happen sometime; was it better to happen while their daughter was young or old? Asleep, or aware? He didn't have the answers.

Instead the man sighed. Tension coiled in his jaw.

What are you doing? He didn't really want to know. There had been plenty of clues. His voice was heavy with exasperation. He stepped away from the door but not enough to let her in, only to put more distance between himself and the sleeping child inside.

Do you really think its appropriate to go out at all hours? You're a mother now, Teya. Come on, you have -- we have, responsibilities here. He rallied through these words swiftly, his voice a hush, not that he expected Sorana to overhear. I'm here. Sorana — he thought she might appear at the utterance of her name and looked sharply over his shoulder, but then back to Teya hotly; —your daughter is here. Where have you been?