Singing was something Elira was good at. So why not exercise her skill?

Elira held you close, humming softly in your ear. Rain tapped on the roof and the windows, and the fireplace cracked softly. It was dark in the house as Elira gently sang you to sleep on the couch.

It was your birthday. And it had been the best day. But now you were tired, and Elira had the honor of holding you as you fell asleep.

“Rest well, darling,” Elira murmured softly, before resuming her quiet humming.