Swiftcurrent Creek You make my love come down

lestan blinked, soft ears swiveling, then splaying. "it's only been hard to watch you suffer, to know you must do it alone," he sighed with a tiny small smile. 
his turn to color, to flush, to simper and grin. "i-i haven't been sure how to think of myself as a father. it feels — odd. good odd," he rushed! "i just — i never envisioned this, reverie. and i feel w-wonderful inside when i think of it."