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They were wretched thieves of her body.

Milky white like their mother. Now stained in some parts by the dust of the catacombs, which Jawahir did not care to clean away. Mewling or sleeping or drinking or being flatulant, taking time away from things Jawahir would rather do.

Gorgeous. Hardly.

They are sweet things, Jawahir lied with ease. The tiny man's emotions were obvious and the meshkhenet realized they'd found something to entertain themselves with, and pass the time.

What are their names? I was not told, but as the father you have certain honors, hm? This wasn't entirely true either; he was not yet wed to Maegi from what Jawahir understood, but perhaps the neb was too distracted to realize. Jawahir knew their names from what Tavina had said after the passage of children from mother to brood, but that could be a secret.

The boy, then. What are you calling your son? Perhaps he had some ridiculous notion in mind.