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Sanestra smiled as the Queen invited her back to her room against that evening. Of course, Sanestra didn't need an invitation, but it was always nice to know how special you truly were in the eyes of your Queen.
"I have had a couple of ideas for the party," said Sanestra, walking just a step behind, but becoming still in the presence of the theif. After all, this was not for his ears.
"Ladies," he said, bowing, cradling the bundle to him like it were his own child.
"May I?" said Sanestra, stepping forward, holding her arms out.
There wasn't a moment's reluctance, the baby passing into her arms and she held it, looking at the face for a moment, but then at the theif.
"You have done well," she said, smiling to the Queen.
"This one came from a bathroom," he told them, "left screaming without any food or love. But the child became quiet the moment I came."
Sanestra nodded. How human. She had read of their young abandoning such babies, but also of those who were old enough to care, doing the same.
And yet the little baby, with no beauty that normal eyes could see, was quiet, looking up at a world it would soon know as it's own.
"Shall I have it taken to the nurse to feed it?" she said to the Queen.
"He," said the theif, without anger or even annoyance that she didn't know. Why would she? "He's a boy."
"Thank you," said Sanestra, humming gently and touching the softly little hands. How delicate and fragile, and to her beautiful. She never got over that. Soon this child would have a better life than the humans gave it.