Noctisardor Bypass fossopa

a passing grin creeps onto dinah's face, cheeks dimpling. for a small window of time, her cheeks are chubby and her ears do not quite fit atop her head, and she is screeching with high-pitched laughter.
we made it, her shoulders move in a loose shrug, voice ringing with a lackadaisical note. looks like we're gonna survive the winter after all. dinah shoves away the notion that perhaps it had been a gift from god. if it had been, that meant everything else that brought them here had also been his doing, and the idea of that sat cold in her stomach.
oh, more children. a sourness came over the redhawk momentarily. more mouths to feed. more bodies to keep warm. and what she liked least of all was the idea that they will get the childhood she herself had been robbed of. yeah, i, um-- i guess that makes sense. she told me she's been feeling sick lately.
belatedly, she realizes how rude she's coming across as. remind me to congratulate her the next time i see her.