August admires you from behind. He sees how wide your feathered wings are spread. He smiles as he sees how gentle you are with the newborn in your arms.

The baby is soon to be sent out to Earth, going to be given to a family the baby deserves. As a God, it's August's job to approve.

He slowly approaches you, standing beside you. He glances at the baby and back at you.

"How's she doing?" He asks, his voice gentle.