"How's Eleanor?" Julian asked, his voice softening as his gaze returned to the woman resting peacefully on the bed.
Regina smiled, her expression finally warm. "She's fine. There were no complications. She didn't even seem to be in much pain—it must be the influence of this place."
Julian nodded. "Yes, it sure is."
With care, he moved to the bed, gently settling down beside Eleanor. Cradling the newborn for a moment longer, he then carefully placed the baby between them, laying her down so that her mother could feel her warmth even in sleep.
Regina and Gregoria watched the scene with soft, warm smiles. Regina took a step back, her gaze lingering a second longer than needed. Then she placed a hand lightly on Julian's shoulder.
"Spend some time with her," she said softly. "She deserves it."
Julian turned to look up at her. "Okay, Mother," he replied.
