Eve looked at her.
"I saw your mother leave," Sera said quietly. "With you. You were.....days old. Wrapped in something, I couldn't see clearly, but I knew. I'd heard she'd given birth." A pause. "She was moving fast. Not running. But fast. And she looked....." Sera's expression shifted to something careful. "She didn't look frightened. That's what I've always remembered. I expected fear and what I saw was....purpose. She knew exactly where she was going. She knew exactly what she was doing."
Eve breathed.
"She looked back once," Sera said. "Down the corridor. Back toward your father's chambers." Her voice was very even. "And then she looked forward and she kept walking."
The room held that.
