When everyone was delivered and settled, Anya met Sara and Meg at Syn’s for coffee and tea. “That’s it until the next wave hits,” Anya said with a sigh.
“You must be exhausted. You’ve practically just given birth yourself. Why don’t you leave Mary with Syn, Sara, and I and go lay down for a while?” Meg regarded Anya in concern.
Anya glanced over at Syn who nodded her head.
“I think I will. Between Mary’s feedings and the moontine runs for the pregnant fems, I admit I’m tired.”
Anya went upstairs. “Jonal and Tonas were worried about her. I’m glad you suggested she lie down. She can’t leave Mary with her minder yet because she’s too young and needs Anya for feedings.”