“Taweret,” she said with a smile, and wiped a rag along the woman's forehead.
“You got kids, don't you?” She asked a moment later after setting the rag down. “Didn't understand what you said, but I know the tone and the rhythm. That's the way a daddy talks. Not a father, that's nothing. What does it take other than ejaculation to create a child and then bark orders at it?”
Taweret moved back over toward this... Thor. “But the sort of man that a child can rely on for help, for advice... ain't afraid to cry to when scared or hurt... the ones who have children that know they can come to them for anything at any time...?” She looked down at the child. “That's a man that is a daddy, and it is a far rarer thing.”