"No, no, we should have done everything in our power to find you. How are you here? Have you found your father?"
Northern looked around the dark room for a moment before answering her.
"This place belongs to me. It's sort of like a pseudo-world of my own. I will explain all of that later. But yes, I have met Father, and I'm about to take you to him."
Northern's eyes slowly drifted to the baby in the cradle.
Eisha followed his gaze, then moved closer to the cradle. She gently lifted the infant, wrapped in wooly white apparel, and brought her to Northern.
The child was wide awake, with red eyes and black hair curling on its head.
"Here's your sister... Silver."
The child seemed to chuckle as her name was called. Eisha slowly handed her to Northern, who received her with blank but subtly narrowed eyes.
A life was in his hands.
A newborn baby, an existence that had just fully come into being, was in his hands.