Ouroboros Spine even now you mark my steps

His brow furrowed in concern. Dreams and nightmares were bad enough, but visions raised the hair at the back of his neck. "Visions of what?" he asked, hoping to help get to the bottom of this. Before Vaire could answer, however, their daughter was between them. The sight of her filled him with the usual rush of panicked adoration (She was so small and cute! She was so small and vulnerable!) — but he pushed past that to praise her:

"Did you bring that for anaa?" he asked her, ducking down to press a kiss to her brow and thinking, achingly, that it would not be long before he didn't have to lean down at all.

He looked back to his wife, worried that these were not visions that could be discussed in front of their children. Would they resume this conversation at a later date? He felt strongly that they ought to have it right now.