Totoka River You are exactly what I want: kinda cool and kinda not

lestan's eyes were muzzy, but they sharpened as the stranger spoke. "yes. i did. she g-gave them to me, and that, reverie," sitting up, trying to draw her attention to the plant.
he — he stared as she started to warm to them, speaking of milk and blossom and their names; "— no! no, i don't w-want them, reverie."
he limped to her; lestan hadn't the heart to pull the children away from the curve of her belly, but the sight of them there enraged him almost to blindness. "s-she said you need this p-plant, and light; you need to choose a god. she said we had to raise them, but," he shook his head swiftly, quickly, staring up toward everett almost in a plead. "we d-don't have to take them back to the bay, reverie, listen," eyes frantic on her again. "come on. w-we'll take this plant. w-we'll go home to blossom, okay?"