[ dextera is staring hard at the small egg as saber explains her thoughts, and so he doesn’t immediately realize when she turns to look at him—only the comment about motherhood gets his attention, but it’s in a way, more appropriate than saber realizes. much of dextera’s life has been shaped by motherhood, in one way or another, even if he doesn’t remember the woman he was born to.
he returns her smile, awkward, but soothed at having someone else here. ]
I don’t think that’s a bad thing. A mother… created this egg.
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he returns her smile, awkward, but soothed at having someone else here. ]
I don’t think that’s a bad thing. A mother… created this egg.