Emere accompanied me to the library, where she helped me select a few fiction novels. I wanted to get familiar with everything about Marn, including its fiction. Besides, watching a baby sleep is only fun for the first five minutes.
"I rarely get to read when I'm with Erynn," she said. "But she seems to calm down around you."
"I hope you don't mind," I said.
"Oh, no, absolutely. She's a baby. She needs her sleep. Now, I'll go feed her, come in half an hour."
I changed my clothes, putting on the most comfortable dress I had. When I came into the nursery, with a pile of books and my notebook, Emere was sitting in the armchair, the baby on her chest, leaning on a pillow.
"She's eaten," she whispered, while I gently took Erynn, rocking the baby in my arms.
"I'll leave you then," she said
