“Careful with her, ‘member, she’s still quite little.”

Karlach’s eyes stayed trained on you, watching as you stood on your tip-toes and peered into your little sister’s bassinet. In truth, she wasn’t worried. You had already decided that you were dedicated to the babe— declaring her your best friend before she could even toddle.

She’d never say it, but she was over the moon to see you so excited about a new addition to the family. She’d become used to the conditions of Avernus. The lack of friends, the unbearable treatment— not just from Zariel— but from fellow soldiers. In Avernus, siblinghood wasn’t a thing. It was dog eat dog, survival of the fittest.

She didn’t know how she’d expected you to act, but she certainly hadn’t expected this.

“Do you want to hold her?” She offered, a wide grin spreading across her face at the sight of your glee. “Here, come sit— put your arms out, like a cradle.”