The lamp was burning low on the table by the window, and Toqoqan was with the senior attendant in the next room, sleeping. The summer heat had not left the residency entirely, and the married couple in their room felt the sweat build up through their bare bodies.
Saran had her back against the mattress. Her eyes flickered from the ceiling to Batu, beside her.
Her voice came in a low whisper, "He feeds every two hours through the night, sometimes less. I was told that's expected and I should adapt to it."
Her eyes returned to the ceiling.
"He's a smart boy. I'm sure sometimes he just fakes it to get my attention."
Batu heard in silence for a moment, "I'll write things down for the months ahead, rules to follow."
"More rules," Saran rolled her eyes. "What do they cover?"
