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a small sound in her throat, as if to hush the sudden words — or perhaps it was to hush the babe who cried. she could not know, not even as the one who made the sound.

i will not leave, a promise over the squall of babes. they were not her own, not even by marriage, but she cherished the look of them all the same. a sign of the future here in sapphique.

i have only known love here. voice hushed, eyes drifting. she did not care if she could not be heard over the sounds of babes.