Noctisardor Bypass john 13:20

the wide fluttering of dark lashes conveyed so deep a shock that heda did not realize she had grasped amadeo's paw in return. baptism! her own first children had never been formally so, though the holy waters which surrounded the island had always been enjoyed with a sense of worshipfulness.
almost she said let me ask. but who would she ask? and why should she ask at all? "yes, amadeo," heda murmured with a quiet, glowing pleasure as she shyly looked away from their clasped paws to the sons now asleep beside her. "I'd like that, i think."
the idea that god would reward her for anything was too agonizing for heda to even contemplate in their shared moment. she had only just become accustomed to acceptance of the life which was given to her. heda had not dared to think of more, for she'd had it and lost it. why would god give her such an existence a second time?
but — she looked to the man amadeo, to his knowingness and his goodness; she searched herself and found comforted in the way that the man was so assured, both in himself and in god. "we'll go to the lagoon when they're weaned, maybe," the young mother added softly, wondering if he knew a better way.