"No," she says. It sounds more irritable than she intended, and she sighs, leaning her head back in a silent apology. "I am not. But I know I should be. Still, I would rather not be spoon-fed like an invalid. Let it wait until Elboron has his fill."
She stares at their baby's face. His eyes are scrunched shut in concentration, and it is hard to see much of his features. Still, she runs a light finger along his forehead, around his earlobe. There is a dark dusting of hair on his head, showing his father's heritage. "This is very strange," she says quietly, after a long time. "To have waited so long for this moment, and finally to have arrived at it."
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Date: 2019-04-13 09:19 pm (UTC)She stares at their baby's face. His eyes are scrunched shut in concentration, and it is hard to see much of his features. Still, she runs a light finger along his forehead, around his earlobe. There is a dark dusting of hair on his head, showing his father's heritage. "This is very strange," she says quietly, after a long time. "To have waited so long for this moment, and finally to have arrived at it."