Sequoia Coast currant

He took his time, and Wilwarin was glad to wait and to listen. She nested there and dozed a little while he thought and when he offered names, she smiled and accepted them. They were easier names for Dreamer to speak and would add another layer of protection to them, Wilwarin felt, because the bad spirits would be confused.

Thank you. For staying with me. For... being. She would not have survived without him, and perhaps they both knew that. How odd that Wilwarin had gone through her life before this without any desire for leaving home, or for having children, or any of it; yet she was mother now, and this man had become such an important part of her life.