Damar, who had been across the hall discussing the forge ventilation with a group of beavers, stopped mid-sentence. He'd seen the whole thing. He walked over, his movements fluid and regal, and knelt beside us.
He looked at Lyra's hand on my stomach, then up at me, his own green eyes softening with a look of pure, unshielded pride.
"She knows," Damar murmured, his voice low and rich. He placed his hand over Lyra's, his long fingers covering her tiny ones. "The first to greet her siblings. My smart girl."
"She's definitely got your intuition," I said, stroking Lyra's silver locks. "The other two are too busy wrestling to notice, but she felt it immediately."
Someone tell Phina not to eat Raiden's ear, please.
Damar leaned in, his forehead resting against mine for a brief second.
"You're doing great," he whispered, and those words somehow had a way of making me relax.
"Thank you, Damar. For your support and everything."
