Her posture was calm, her ear open toward Eythan. She didn't speak, as Eythan spoke--she merely considered every word.

And more than that: his tone. He cared, and that was the important thing. It didn't matter what mistakes he might make, with this one; what mattered was that he would love the child. Something Damask had perhaps been missing, from what little Giggle knew of his involvement. She bit back remarking that Eythan's further experience hadn't exactly ended well; both he and his... Brother? were inexperienced parents, at best.

She let out a soft sigh, one that ran through her nose.

"I'm sure it will be fine. Love the kid; and everything else will follow, huh?" A gentle, playful nudge his way.

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