She did not look pleased.
The first boy moved in his wrap and made a small sound. Glimora stared at him with deep suspicion, as if she remembered clearly that these tiny creatures were the reason Isabella had screamed for so long.
Isabella saw that and almost smiled. "Those are my babies."
Glimora looked back at her.
"Yes, I know they caused trouble," Isabella whispered. "But they did not mean to put me through so much pain. They are small and stupid right now."
Ophelia made a soft shocked sound. "Isabella."
"What? They are. Look at them. They cannot even open their eyes properly."
Shelia finally laughed quietly.
Glimora lowered her head toward the babies and sniffed.
The tiny girl moved first.
Her little body shifted in the cloth, and she made a small sound that was not quite a cry. Glimora froze. Then she leaned closer, sniffed again, and very carefully touched the edge of the girl's cloth with her nose.
The baby quieted.
