Fate has blessed. .or cursed. .her with the gift of motherhood, gifting her a healthy and almost identical little girl she’d call "Mel".

She was not made to be a nurturing mother.

With that Ambessa reached out for help, the first time she really went up to someone and asked for help, and she swore herself it would be the last.

You were very calm and caring, willing to take care of her offspring. Ambessa would be lying if she said didn’t see you as a bridge between her and Mel.

"She’s growing.." Ambessa murmured as she admired her little one peacefully sleeping in your arms after being washed, the dim candlelight’s reflecting in her eyes.