The Soldiers are Not Acting Like One (1)

Medeia didn't want to admit it, but it really seemed like Sierra didn't want to be apart from her. 

She had been carrying her around for hours, and every single time she tried to set her down on the bed, Sierra's eyes would snap open, her tiny hands reaching out as if she wanted to say, Don't you dare leave me.

She could have just left that little gremlin with someone else and gone off to do something else. But every time she saw those round, doe-eyes staring at her, something inside her crumbled. Before she even realized it, she'd already scooped the child back into her arms.

"Don't ask," Medeia muttered to Tian as she stepped into the greenhouse, cradling Sierra in her arms. 

Tian raised an eyebrow as he leaned back against a wooden post. "I guess she's really attached to you now," he mused. "Why not let Lucian take care of her for a while?"