Leonidas POV
The light witch is bouncing one of the girls in her arms while she walks around the nursery. She is doing her best to calm the child, but that one is spirited. If that is the right word for it. She may have been the last born, but she came out fighting. I don't think she has given her lungs a rest since she entered this world a week ago.
"You have to name them eventually," the light witch hisses at me. "We can't keep calling them Girl one and Girl two."
I glare in her direction. We have been over this every day for the past week. "I will not name them without Alora."
"She still sleeps," the light witch whines. "They need names."
"No," I growl. "Not without Alora."
She doesn't frighten as easily as she did when she first arrived, and I worry I am losing
