"A mushroom," Sawyer says thoughtfully and he wonders how that works.
"They will be," Sawyer nods, and he reaches out to just brush a fingertip along Dawnya's cheek.
"I think your children will be very kind," he says. "I hope Dawnya will be too," he murmurs.
He remembers the people that had had him before, he knows that some traces of what was done to him run through her veins and he can only hope that Bishop's wolf and his own love are enough to keep her safe and good and kind.
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"They will be," Sawyer nods, and he reaches out to just brush a fingertip along Dawnya's cheek.
"I think your children will be very kind," he says. "I hope Dawnya will be too," he murmurs.
He remembers the people that had had him before, he knows that some traces of what was done to him run through her veins and he can only hope that Bishop's wolf and his own love are enough to keep her safe and good and kind.