There's a second where she looks at Aeryn with narrowed eyes, where she's listening for sarcasm, waiting for the other (fond but gruff) shoe to drop -- but it doesn't come.
"Thanks," she says, and she's got enough abruptness for both of them, but it's a genuine thank you. It's still weird, thinking she's got a kid, thinking she's somebody's mother; still freaky, sometimes. And Aeryn's opinion matters.
"Now, c'mon, Auntie Aeryn; take her off my hands," she gestures at the blanket with her free hand, "and take a load off." She's passing Ianna over, whether Aeryn likes it or not; Ianna looks mildly quizzical but not yet concerned about this turn of events.
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There's a second where she looks at Aeryn with narrowed eyes, where she's listening for sarcasm, waiting for the other (fond but gruff) shoe to drop -- but it doesn't come.
"Thanks," she says, and she's got enough abruptness for both of them, but it's a genuine thank you. It's still weird, thinking she's got a kid, thinking she's somebody's mother; still freaky, sometimes. And Aeryn's opinion matters.
"Now, c'mon, Auntie Aeryn; take her off my hands," she gestures at the blanket with her free hand, "and take a load off." She's passing Ianna over, whether Aeryn likes it or not; Ianna looks mildly quizzical but not yet concerned about this turn of events.