Her generosity. Her medical knowledge. She even came with a pair of oxen that their young would love devouring. It all made so much sudden sense. Homily would make a beautiful nest. Shesheshen’s insides churned as she imagined laying eggs in Homily’s lungs. Every breath she took would bathe them in oxygen, until they were strong enough to burrow out. They would be born from the love of this generous woman’s flesh. Surely, this was how love felt to everyone.
