Who's Baby Is That?!

She made it sound so simple, but the reasoning was sound regardless. He wandered if he could use the same logic and have anyone flag it believe it coming from his lips. Maybe in a way he'd also wanted to bide his time. No point in getting attached if there were mere days left in which to do so. If only it were ever so easy. Because ultimately the name wouldn't matter, this child in his arms had part of his soul he would never get back. He nodded at her declaration and looked down at the child suckling at its mother's breast (an act the father had performed but with far more depravity). Does naming him now ensure his survival? He reached down at extended his smallest finger toward the swaddled infant who grabbed it with alacrity. 

Was a name really necessary when death was all but assured with ink in this life? 

So she wanted to help and he, knowing what he did, was supposed to consider it though few in her position could get that far after disappearing from their posts. The punishment for that in some circles left little room for flowery pleas of bettering Thedas. As a Constable he owed it to rest of do what was best for the many. Nodding, he lifted the Irim higher between them by basket handle expecting to get a newly fed Cikoda in return. 

I shouldn't let you He declared amid his musing, you disappeared. He stroked Irim's silky cheek idly. A warden is a fixture, the first and last defense of Thedas and you..... He let loose a long sigh. But I miss you Razikale. He whispered.