Archer stood nearby, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he watched the scene unfold. In the warm glow of the flickering hearth, Hecate, Kestria, and Dara sat on a thick woven rug, surrounding the three babies, Kela, Neoma, and Freya.
The air was filled with the sweet music of infant giggles and the gentle, playful murmurs of the women. Hecate dangled a colorful cloth toy above Kela, who swiped at it, her grey skin catching the firelight as she squealed in delight.
Kestria, her brown hair falling over her shoulder, was making silly faces at Neoma, who responded in a burst of indignant babbles, as if scolding her for the absurdity of it all, making him smile.
'Seems like it was a good idea to rescue them,' he mused in amusement. 'I'll give them mansions close to Dragonheart City so they can come visit the babies.'
