An unexpected smile crept to his face. Maybe it was the bag squished against his chest, or the familiarity blooming between him and the hostile selkie that’d washed onto his shore, or the attention Peter had given him this morning. Maybe he was feeling a type of relief he’d never experienced, or maybe the scent of the fruit had calmed his nerves, or maybe he’d needed to give himself another outlet, another way to revisit the idea of creation, parenthood, life.
