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She watched as the Den Mother softened, and Fiona felt like she was actually doing some good. No apprehension like Druid had displayed, no defensive questioning as Anselm had shown, and no grey blocking like Glaukos had given her. It reminded the counselor that yes, some folks out there really weren't completely wrecked to their core. Surely Heda had her problems, but at least she wasn't a shell of herself.

You don't need to be away for long, Fiona assured with a smile. Besides, it wasn't like Heda could leave for too long. Even with two nursing mothers, six mouths to feed was a lot. She seriously wondered how Heda had managed eight the year before. The mere thought of being responsible for that many children was a nightmare for Fiona... but perhaps her support system had been a lot more stable back in those days.

One of the children began to whimper, and Fiona pulled them close, bathing them with her tongue with the same care that one would clean their toilet—which is to say, not much care at all, but determination.