we do not bear children until we have so chosen

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Amariah appears in the Belltower, throws herself into a chair, and tries to read postcards, but her eyes won't focus on them. She tries the Bellbook, and scarcely has better luck, although her eyes do catch on a certain word.

"Jane."

"Yep?"

"I want to talk to Aether."

"I'll let her know!"

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"I mean, at least I didn't already have plans in place to have a little Dominique - Yseult donated the name to the template since she's not using it - at least I hadn't formed expectations that specific - although if we'd talked about it maybe you'd have called her something I like more than 'Helen' - I'm getting used to it but I wouldn't have named her that, Ianthe is fine and Kalavar is fine but -" She sighs.

[truthwright]

"Helen of Troy," he murmurs. "That's why I picked it."

[dark_light]

"Sure. It's not terrible, just - another thing I missed."

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Kas snuggles her.

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Snuggles.

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Snuggles.

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"I mean," says Isabella tentatively, "she - seems nice, I don't know, maybe we'll get along great."

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"I hope so," says Kas. "...Do you not think you will?"

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"...Guardedly optimistic."

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[dark_light]

"It's the best I can do. I didn't want her. I haven't started just because I got her anyway. But - but maybe we will get along fine."

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"...Okay."

Snuggle.

[dark_light]

Snuggle.

Sigh.

[truthwright]

Yes. Those.