Hushed Willows any way the wind blows

She watched the water come down, still enraptured by its thunderous beauty.

The willows would be special to her children. They would call it home. Their only home, at least until (or if!) they moved away. For Lily, she was a transplant here, and while she felt at ease within the forest, it did not solely claim the definition of "home." That was split among several places.

Would they find it as beautiful as she did? Or would they grow used to it, bored of it, and seek other vistas elsewhere? She found herself musing over these thoughts and more as she sat by the waterfall, pondering the future. The failed interactions with Mali still tumbled through her mind.

She was more certain than anything else that her children would get the love and care that Delight's had lacked throughout their life. But what if something were to happen? If Elysium underwent a crisis and their parents perished, along with the others, and they were left alone? Would they grow resentful and sullen, passed on to those who might not care for them as much? Would they be irreparably broken?

No use mulling over hypotheticals, she knew. But this late in the game, when she was so pregnant that any physical activities much beyond eating and sleeping were out of the question, hypotheticals were what kept her up at night.