I awoke to the solid, warm weight of Finn on my chest, his little fists clenched tight into my shirt. My back still ached with the familiar ache deep in my back and hips, the kind that reminded me every morning that I had given birth not that long ago. The thin blanket was tangled around my legs, and the first gray light of dawn was creeping through the cracks in the walls. The mattress creaked as I shifted. Finn let out a soft, hungry whimper, his little face scrunching up. "Shh, I’ve got you, little pup," I whispered. I pulled him close, and he latched on right away, his tiny fist curling against my shirt as he nursed with quiet satisfied sounds. His warm cheek pressed to my skin. The room smelled of damp wood and last night’s fire. I rocked him gently, listening to the others moving around in the main hall, the soft clatter of pots, Kira’s low voice giving orders, Renn’s heavy boots hitting the floorboards. Once Finn was full and drifting back to sleep, I wrapped him tight i
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