Re: Sybil (and Sybbie) and Sonya (with Cassie)
Cassie wasn't entirely too happy about being out of the water, and even bundled in a towel, she was still fussing. If she wasn't fussing from chill, she was fussing because her mother refused to let her chew on the military ID tags around her neck. Sonya had a time trying to keep the squirming eight-month old in her arms, aiming for the snack table to try and see if there was anything she might try to eat.
"Any suggestions?" Sonya wasn't one to really talk at random to strangers, but having need of both hands to hold onto Cassie, she had to go for verbal confirmation instead of samples.
Ten minutes out of the water, even the old burn scars along her arm even more obvious. Old as they were, every so often Sonya would feel her arm twitch, as though doing so would keep it out of view of others. Scars were part of her career: she'd long since accepted the fact, but in a family setting like this, they only made her feel more like a sore thumb.