Two Eyes Cenote Sending out an SOS

have them. "i'm hardly fit to raise children," tavina retorted, though to look at the wriggling mites was to warm her heart again. but first and foremost, she had no milk for them. sustenance and warmth; they would need both. "your secret is mine, medusa."

reluctantly pulling away from the bundle of babes, tavina rummaged for leaves of fresh cabbage. "you'll need to keep these on your nipples," the sesh explained directly. "your milk will come in whether or not you nurse, and it will hurt if it is not dried up. two weeks of cabbage leaves and as much bedrest as you can manage."

her purple eyes found the tiny newborns again. a clock ticked over their small heads.