She cups his head as he kneels in front of her, and the tears that sting now are different. A happy, loving well that bubbles up as quickly as the rage had. Washing it away with that warm reverence for the babe growing more and more, day by day.

"He is well. Stronger by every day." She cards back red strands of hair from his brow. "He started moving a week ago, and has not stopped since. I am not getting much sleep. I told him you would be home soon, and not to be impatient, but..."