Herbalists' Cache to tell of joys in storms

It took her a long minute to notice what appeared to be a little amulet. A tuft of hair, and three dewclaws. For protection, she assumed. Sun Eater had made it? Again, it seemed that there was far more to him than she could see.

Two sons, two daughters, she replied, head dipped. Then she reassured once more - Star Eater is well.

For a few everlasting moments, the world turned still again. She could not read much of what came across his face; it seemed to be something torn between two emotions, rising and taking over him. But here his stone dignity was no longer cold and honed for killing, hunting, leading - it had become the nature of a father. 

Was that excitement on his face? Elation? She could not guess, and she dared not assume outright. But she was relieved that he found no trouble in respecting the space Star Eater needed, and, if it truly was a father's happiness that he was showing, then she felt his joy with him.