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"Old habits?"

"Maybe."

"Do you think it's really over?"

I consider lying. I don't.

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

Because the wolf is quiet. Because the air is clear. Because the thing that hunted us no longer feels like a shadow at the edge of my senses. But more than that…

Because I feel something I haven't felt in years. Peace.

"I just do."

She leans against me. For a while, we stand there. No conversation. No plans. No fear. Then she says softly,

"I have no idea how to do this."

I look down.

"Do what?"

"Have a family."

The honesty surprises me.

"Carys..."

"I know how to solve problems."

She laughs quietly.

"I know how to organize information. I know how to analyze people. I know how to help strangers."

Her voice lowers.

"But I have no idea how to be someone's mother."

I turn toward her.

"You already are."

"What if I get it wrong?"

"You will."

She looks offended. I continue.

"So will I."

That gets her attention.

"Being a parent isn't about never making mistakes."

I glance toward the house.