Northern held Silver in his arms, watching his sister's tiny fingers curl around his thumb. The warmth of her—the life of her—was something he still wasn't entirely used to.
An actual sister who existed in this world, breathing and giggling and utterly unaware of the chaos that surrounded her birth.
She made a small sound in her sleep, and Northern found himself adjusting his hold automatically, shifting her weight against his chest in a way that felt more natural than it should have. A month ago, he wouldn't have known how to hold an infant. Now the motion came without thought.
'When did that happen?'
