Elián;
Nobody warned me that feeding a baby would feel like being tickled by a very small...very determined goldfish.
I'm leaning against Koda, with a blanket over my lap and a shirt that Koda had to unbutton for me, because I still can't lift my arms above my shoulders without something in my hips protesting. Azula is curled against my chest, with her whole face buried and her fist wrapped in the cloth. She's making these tiny, furious little noises, like someone who has been told the soup is too hot and doesn't care.
"Is she supposed to feel like this?" I whisper, and Queen Selthía tilts her head as she looks at me.
"Like what?" She asks.
"Like...I don't know. Small... Warm. A little bit insulted." Queen Selthía puts a hand over her mouth. Her shoulders shake.
"Insulted?"
"She's very serious about suckling! She looked at me like I owed her money!"
