Noctisardor Bypass john 13:20

amadeo.
she didn't know him, not really. his arrival had come right before the whole —
well.
heda had dreamt inside the den until the dream had broken by itself. the stones of the ceiling she had counted over and over again, lulled by the need the children had of her.
now she started as amadeo approached, hunger piqued at once at the scent of the milk and moss. "thank you," she murmured hesitantly, not quite meeting his gaze. he was older than her, than all of them, it looked, and this reminded her at once of bartholomew.