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He understood a new mother was wrought with emotion—but of course he did not understand the myriad of ways, or how it felt. He did not need to, though, to know she was anguished. The tears began to stream down her face—and he blinked as he looked back down to her, the crack in her voice pulling him to full attention of her emotional turmoil.

“Boireannach brèagha,” he murmured, swift on his feet to move forward and embrace her, should she let him. To pull her close and revel in the warmth she offered—to console, and allow himself to be consoled as he placed a kiss to her temple.