Shadewood You turn nouns into verbs

A grin of pride sparked across her face as her son stood, protesting against being groomed in his usual way. 
She shifted, Bronwen still curled at her side, fast asleep from her escapee efforts -- for now at least. 
"But you're covered in soil, Valour," She cooed, loved speaking to her children, even if there were incomprehensible half of the time. The cute sounds they made and the efforts they made to communicate verbally. 

They were excelling. She planted that on Laroche with him bringing her the best the Keep had to offer in the ways of food and, at night, he always spent time with the children before falling asleep with her. Sometimes, when she awoke from being attacked by hungry mouths, he was sprawled out, half across her and half corraling the children, which they both seemed to love.