Madina curled into herself when he didn't reply to her, the nod so subtle it just looked like a tremble. Maybe someday, she would be worth words, but did she want to stay so long to gain that worth? Could she handle it? While she stayed at Calent's side while the maid rushed off to get the baby Medina remained silent, thoughts tumbling and drifting.
A glance at the window and a spark of a futile idea was interrupted by a knock on the door and the handle moving. The maid had brought Hope's personal watcher - a woman Medina had grown close to and seemingly loved Hope like her own. Without really thinking, Medina moved forward arms open for her child.
A soothing balm for frayed nerves and prickly tempers. Hope took the transfer gracefully, eyes wide and looking up at his mother. His little feet kicked beneath the clothing he was wearing. "Hello my love," she whispered, pressing a kiss to her baby's forehead before turning and holding him in such a way that he would easily be taken, be turning to Calent.
"He seems to be in a good mood this day" she commented, feeling a twinge of regret that she hadn't been the one to wake up with him.