The baby began to properly squall. “Amma, do something.” She held her hands out. “Like what?” “Why are you asking me? Shouldn’t you know?” Amma’s hands fell back to her sides, and all the anxiety went out of her voice. “Why would I know, Damien?” He glanced back to the chamber through the door’s crack, still empty, but for how long with the spawn’s cries rising? “Because you’re, you know, kind and…and nurturing? Also you happen to have breasts.”
