It was much, much later. The debris of Luke’s hatching was cleared away and he’d been bathed, fed again, and tucked into a slightly larger wicker basket that Dee had been using as a laundry basket. It was a fairly shallow oval, and a pretty good substitute for a crib – at least for now.
“Thank you,” Sys murmured, settling down on the pillows, tired but glowing.
“For what?” Dee asked, bending down to give Luke a last, gentle kiss on the cheek before leaving.
“For everything. For ssaving uss… t