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Cerenah yawned, making herself quite comfortable against Sedra before muttering some nonsensical words about her teapot. "S'to wake m'up, 'D'a."
Ginny almost thought that her daughter had called Sedra 'Da' at that sleep slur of words. "I'll take her, if you want..." ”
"S'cuddly like V'ass is, 'D'a," Cerenah mumbled. ”
Garrit looked seriously tempted; Sedra's forehead was in her crosshairs, and one squeeze of the trigger...
Nice one, Gin. Nice one.
"S'd'a?" Cere murmured. "S'know how Da 's'nt wan' me?" The child's voice was becoming fainter and more illegible as she talked, but talk she did.
Garrit set the gun aside with an angry growl; she was a good shot, and could have killed him in a second, but she was unwilling to leave a child in the arms of a corpse. She continued to watch.
"S'okay - V'ass said 'd get a p'oper Daddy. S'righ'?"
Cursing, Garrit stood up, allowing herself to be seen.
"S'good. Mummy needs a Daddy, too. Not a G'andaddy," Cere mumbled.
"S'nice..." With that last half-hearted mutter, Cerenah started to slip into sleep completely.