Octavia, Aurie, Lexa
"Every day," Octavia replied with a somewhat wistful tone. She loved her daughter, loved seeing her grow. But sometimes she felt like it was all happening way too fast. Aurie was already walking and talking, and asserting her own little personality.
"It's such an amazing journey to watch her grow and learn new things." Octavia glanced at the snow eating toddler. "Thank you, for helping me raise her in her father's heritage. It's very important to me that she knows the language, and when she gets a little older, the customs." Lincoln might never come back, but Octavia would make sure she knew of him to the point that she felt like she knew him even if it was the others in the house who were her family now.