Chapter 42 - When Awake, Parents *Still* Comfort Your Fears

"If something can dream, then it certainly should have the potential to produce ones that aren't pleasant, right?"

Yatrel spoke and adjusted Onya in her arms, as the child had stopped feeding. She gestured for her husband to come over and handed the little bundle with wispy hair that matched hers to him… before quite unhurriedly covering herself. While the mother was unabashed, Qat grew flustered at the sight!

'It looked a lot like that illusion… of what El intends to be like…'

She had been distracted by her other emotions and had failed to *really* consider the event that had been happening when she entered the room. Qatrand had been given to a wet-nurse when her mother died, but she had no memory of that or of being weaned. She also had no personal time or orders to have ever watched it happening through her family.