Except that they were too bright, too precise, these eyes. They reminded Niall of the night before, when Mór had said she didn’t feel feelings the same way as anyone else. That seemed like a terrible idea, to give the thing in the Forest a shape that wouldn’t feel bad if its family died. So Niall’s contribution was feelings. Feelings, feelings, so many feelings, as many as he could think of, and all the ways one could possibly show them. He poured feelings into the kid in the dream, as big as he could think of, love and hate and fear and excitement.
