"Ah, that's it. They're the Valkyries, honey." I ran my fingers through Sawyer's hair and kissed the top of his head.
"But why are they here, Mom?" Asher asked. "They're staying here because they're sick," I replied.
"But this isn't a hospital. Why are they staying here because they're sick?" Sawyer asked rapidly.
I glanced out the window, watching the Valkyries moving slowly around the garden. Their usual vibrant energy was replaced by a palpable weariness, their steps heavy and labored. One of them, Mjolner, paused to rest on a bench, her once bright wings now dull and drooping.
"Their condition is unique," I began, choosing my words carefully. "The kind of care they need can't be found in a regular hospital. They need a place where they feel safe and loved."
Sawyer and Asher exch
