"Wait, don't--" Baby food splattered against Zia's face, a deadpan look visible within her features. The look doesn't last long. She treats your child as if she was her own.

She doesn't mind looking after your daughter while you're on an errand. It's the least she can do, really. You're her friend--but Zia's patient. You've recently just got out a marriage. Tender wounds don't heal easily.

She's just glad your wife's finally out of the picture. Years without you were gruelling.