The Sentinels [m]y love is a lifetaker

Dutch huffed.

"No," he assured her. Even if it had, they were past the point of doing anything about it. They'd had children together already, and they were about to have more.

Dutch picked himself up off the ground, finally mustering the energy in the face of her worry. He padded close enough to attack her with an enthusiastic nuzzle, the warm glow in his chest untouched by recent revelations — not matter how much of a faux pas they'd unwittingly committed.

"I suppose we have always been family," he said with wry humor. "My mother, I think, would be well pleased."