07-08-2016, 04:02 PM
With any other child, I would be cleaning him off, nudging him to nurse if he's hungry because I've milk to spare. My body is working overtime to keep up with the demands of my son's hungry triplets, but Ryss is taking a shift and I could feed one extra hungry belly. It feels like too much of an intrusion this time, too much of a claim staked on a child I have little right to interfere with. Instead I monitor him as well, making sure the damp doesn't make his body temperature drop, making sure he isn't uncomfortable in his hunger, giving his mother time to wake and tend to him if she's able. Absolutely allowing him to nurse if he moves to, but not nudging him to his feet and actively encouraging him to do so like I normally would do with a hungry child.
“She's okay,” I agree, nodding. On her way to it, at least, and certainly in good hands. He asks who I am, and I tilt my head, considering. “You can call me Willow, little love,” I tell him, giving the name my first granddaughters called me. Grandmother Willow, Gendry's girls would always say, with that perfect blend of mischief and affection in their eyes. “And it is very nice to meet you. Wesson is a good name,” I add, perking up as I feel his hunger level drop, feel something familiar stirring inside him. “That's a clever trick, Wesson, very well done.” Instinctive use of healing magic, and mine recognizes his all too well.
I follow behind him to check on his mother, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. Too early for a lesson? The first hours of life can be overwhelming, so much to take in, so much to learn. Still, the healing potential in him is already stirring. “Would you like to help me help your Mama?” If not, I'll scan her again just to see how she's doing, if there's anything more she needs. If he's interested, I'll help him learn a little something about his gift. Not enough to drain him, I'll be careful to make sure he doesn't overdo. So little, so new, so easy to get exhausted. Still, he might like being able to help his Mama get better.
“She's okay,” I agree, nodding. On her way to it, at least, and certainly in good hands. He asks who I am, and I tilt my head, considering. “You can call me Willow, little love,” I tell him, giving the name my first granddaughters called me. Grandmother Willow, Gendry's girls would always say, with that perfect blend of mischief and affection in their eyes. “And it is very nice to meet you. Wesson is a good name,” I add, perking up as I feel his hunger level drop, feel something familiar stirring inside him. “That's a clever trick, Wesson, very well done.” Instinctive use of healing magic, and mine recognizes his all too well.
I follow behind him to check on his mother, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. Too early for a lesson? The first hours of life can be overwhelming, so much to take in, so much to learn. Still, the healing potential in him is already stirring. “Would you like to help me help your Mama?” If not, I'll scan her again just to see how she's doing, if there's anything more she needs. If he's interested, I'll help him learn a little something about his gift. Not enough to drain him, I'll be careful to make sure he doesn't overdo. So little, so new, so easy to get exhausted. Still, he might like being able to help his Mama get better.