Celeste was curled up on the couch, reading, feeling like a really awful mother.

Sage flopped down next to her with a sigh, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He didn't bother her since she was reading by saying anything, but he did want to be near her.

Celeste wasn't actually reading, just pretending. She felt like an absolutely awful mother.

Sage just rested his head on her shoulder lightly, closing his eyes. He wasn't sleeping, just sort of resting there.

Celeste set her book aside, just staring at her hands.

When she put the book down, he felt her shift and opened his eyes. "What's wrong," he asked, though he sort of figured he knew what was wrong

"...I'm a bad mom, aren't i?"

Sage frowned slightly and shook his head. "You're wonderful with them," he noted gently. "You sacrifice a lot for our family. This doesn't change that," he pointed out. "You can't take care of any of them if you're hurt," he added gently.

"I-I should be able to nurse Att naturally..."

Sage soon his head slightly, tightening his hold on her. "Lots of parents don't feed naturally at all," he pointed out. "You're a wonderful mom... But he's growing teeth, and you can't take care of anyone if you're hurt."