Swiftcurrent Creek made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

“Oh.”

Ooh. He paused, tongue smoothing over his lips in quiet contemplation—and he swore he squared away the panic that threatened to set itself to his features. This had been a moment between them left hanging—his admission that he just… failed any child he ever had. Eshe—Quill—and her desire for nothing but children.

At a crossroads.