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She couldn't help smiling at the thought. "That's the part I'm looking forward to the most. Can you imagine what kind of little demon our child is going to be? I hope we never sleep again." Vivacious, happy children were healthy children and she would much rather drop from sheer exhaustion than attend another infant's funeral.

"We've made a mess of this, haven't we?" She murmured and looked down at their joined hands. "I'm worried about having the child and what Gunnar will say, but beyond that..." When she looked up at him her smile had grown. "I'm happy. The mountain blessed us and I can't think of anything better."

A noise from Ada caught her attention and Sylvirah gave a sidelong glance to her chiavi. The goofy avian had finished her meal, fur and all, and was currently humping up in the snow. Her ruffled state was meant to look not only as big as possible but also to keep her warm.

"So...what do hybrid infants look like?"

Sylvirah couldn't help being amused by the two chiavi. As much as they harped on one another neither seemed to forget that the other existed and had completely forsaken their handlers because of it. Every little inch Coro came closer to Ada was another feather that puffed up. Anymore and her chiavi would become a ball of roati fur yarn.

The only hybrids Sylvirah had ever seen were the windling crosses in Zidel and the lot that lived at the sanctuary. They had all been so colorful that she worried about a hybrids ability to blend with the environment of Zena, but so long as their child didn't come out blond it should be just fine. "That's right, I completely forgot. " Of course she'd interacted with Tally because of Ada, but her brother had been someone she'd heard of instead of talked to. The twins were just the sort of hybrid she would be having and knowing that brought a little more clarity to the huntress. "If that's the case I hope it has your crystals. I've never seen any on the face before you; they're unique."

"You do?" She couldn't help the little 'spark' that flared up in her heart. While Sylvirah was far from the type of girl who needed to hear compliments from anyone it was still nice. It made her feel more at ease with the whole thing and gave her a sense that, come hell or high water, they would be okay.

She felt her skin warming under his 'protection spell' and her smile grew a little calmer. "Once I have a copy of the map I'll send it to the inn. If anything else comes up I'll pass it along as well." Zyphire had skills a plenty, but the thought of him tracking them that far into the mountains, alone, was still worrisome. Even if they left a clear trail it was still hardened territory and the snows never melted that far north. He'll be fine; just trust in him.

Sylvirah made her way over to Ada who seemed far too eager to leave. The huntress nimbly mounted her chiavi, adjusted the straps around her calves and gave Zyphire one last look before taking off into the sky.