Octavia and Erik
Octavia drew a shaking breath. She let it out slowly, and when she did she reached out to caress Aurelia's cheek. The baby cooed, looking up at her mother with wide, innocent eyes. "I will...try." She closed her eyes, and Aurelia latched on to her finger, making her whimper a little with her breath.
She couldn't promise anything more than that, right then. Losing Lincoln was too fresh in her mind. And every time she closed her eyes she saw him lying dead in the mug, Pike standing over him looking victorious.
She opened her eyes and looked at Erik. "That's the best I can do right now. I'll try."