Dragoncrest Cliffs a wasting of my time

Rosalyn knew she’d chosen the right answer the moment she saw emotion overtake the other woman. She’d seen the hurt when she withheld before, but she hadn’t known if it had settled or had lingered. This was important to Jorunn - she was important - and the knowledge of that carved itself into the pirate’s heart in a way something hadn’t managed for years.

Rosalyn moved to draw her closer in an embrace, shifting herself so that she would be the support for a time. Never too much. She reassured, then pressed her lips to Jorunn’s cheek.

Three mothers. They really will never want for anything. And she would be a mother again.