Firefly Glen yomblod

no correction of her newly chosen name came for anselm. slight shoulders tensed to hear the roll of his voice, and then she let go the tautness from her muscles. it was good to hear him, better than she had expected to feel when last they met again.
impossible to turn now, to squander the sensation of benevolence experienced now perhaps for the last time on behalf of the father to her sons.
"good." her voice shook slightly; vision blurring as she pictured the face of her sweet baby boy, how beautiful his voice was, how —
how if she had been there, he wouldn't have gotten hurt. "he's not — no one hurt him?" head dropping behind sharp shoulders as skaigona fought a sob so fiercely her breath almost stopped.
"ezra is here. take him with you, anselm."
how warm the sun!
how empty her spirit.
"it'll be good for him to see gideon. and it's good that you're back." at last she turned her eyes on him, seeing the new marks, the ways in which he had changed since their final days in rivenwood. "what did — what happened?"
skaigona would not pretend that anselm had been her focal point in anything since dragging ezra out of noctisardor. but as she watched him now and felt the bleak press of misery that they were not intended to be more than what had passed.