Duskfire Glacier pretty thing and such a bad liar

Imaq practically glowed to see that Rye approved of the name she had chosen, thinking with a small, secret smile of the next spring. Perhaps if she had healed enough and the Glacier was still thriving, they might try again -- on purpose this time. She wondered if Rye might chose the names of some of their future children, using his own homeland's customs. A moment of marvel was spared for who these possible children might grow to be -- picturing Siku as a young man, playing with his siblings at their parents' hearth. But such things would have their time; for now, she was content in this perfect moment. 

She returned his gratitude by carefully leaning over Sikuliak, who had fallen asleep, and brushing her temple tenderly along the curve of his cheek. She smiled as she withdrew, placing a sweet kiss upon the half-moon of white along his jaw. 

Before curling around their son, already worn out by the short trip outside, she grinned sleepily, murmuring, "Imaq love Rye." "Siku love Rye too," she whispered in a softer tone as she settled around the slumbering neonate, pecking his faintly spotted back with a tiny kiss before dozing off herself.