Stone Circle that's a locals' way of breaking the ice

The noises they made were so small, like them, and cute, but they filtered to Sanja in a way that didn't elicit any response. She watched them bleary-eyed; withdrawn from everything that felt like herself, knowing that she was ill and that she was weak, and attributing her lack of connection to the trauma of her ordeal.

Their eyes were open. It was a monumental change - one to celebrate, as it marked them as having survived, just like Sanja. One child's dark blue-black eyes gleamed as he wriggled closer to her belly and tried to latch; the other had a similar change transform their face. The third, well, @Yrsa was sleeping soundly.

What do you see? The new mother asked as softly as she could.