Noctisardor Bypass stone craft

Dione lets herself smile, taking in a moment of peace. For now she is settled, the knowing alone a silent comfort.

However, soon the time for children will come. Children bring problems, this she knows well.

She decides to allow herself a day or two of comfort. After that the need to plan, watch, decide, will come. For a woman like Dione, it's unavoidable.

Thank you, Faust. She pauses, shaking her head. Uktark.

Would you like to fade here?