Octavia nodded. "Yeah, I guess." Honestly, she wasn't sure how she felt about Murphy having kids. The Murphy she knew, he could barely take care of himself. Oh, he could survive just about anything, and he had survived quite a lot. It wasn't the same thing.
And taking care of kids, as far as Octavia knew, was no easy task. She'd never been around children. She had only known her mother and her brother when she was a child herself. She had less than zero exposure to small children.
She followed Murphy into the house. "Oh wow. They're...really small." She looked them over. The boy was definitely Murphy's kid. Little as he was, he looked like his dad. The girl, though. He was a little bigger than the boy, and her skin tone was...well. She had the same coloring as Lincoln.
Octavia felt a pang of longing in her gut, but she shoved it down to the place where she buried her anger and her pain and her loss.