Who's Baby Is That?!

Devera studied Ragnar, when he informed her the babe in her arms did not have a name. The baby nursed, and she hummed. Cikoda. A good name. She doesn't seem upset, if anything, she'd think it smart. Irim did not receive his name until a few weeks ago, as well. It is customary to wait, ensure they will survive. She explained, trailing a sharp nail across the infants back, as gently as ever.

He asked her a question, and she considered. So that we may both raise them in a safer world. She had no idea if there were more Blights, more archdemons. But she'd been the cause of the last, and she knew how maddening the darkspawn could make whatever poor soul fell to their song.

That should be enough.