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gently she guided the happy little boy to his mealtime, shifting so he could take his choice of the snackbar options. pensively she cast her eyes to ava, wondering what her daughter was thinking.
a smile now, an arm opened, should her elder girl wish to get closer to the both of them, if she could stand the mass of wriggling infants.
heda did not speak; she sang, a clear hymn from her daughter's own time as an infant, one of many she had sung over the cradle of her arms while caracal stood near and protective, both of them exhausted but glowing with the determination of having one another, and having god.