Ouroboros Spine lavender

"i didn't," she says thoughtfully, "that is a valuable lesson to be taught."

shikoba could feel her motherly heart swell with a certain affection, a protective nature over a girl that wasn't even of her blood. is this what rearing children creates within you? the blooming flower of a maternal nature, meant to protect and nurture? perhaps she was just only growing soft these days...

she rests her head against the girl's for a tender moment, as a mother would to her daughter to shoulder her doubt. "and what have you taught him?"