"Like a mother's milk?" She vaguely remembered being small once, a child of one of Cain's daughter's. That was before she turned into one of the giants and destroyed whatever her hands laid upon. Now those hands were small again, and she was like that small child her mother had held close to her breast.
She stood up and dusted off her dress, taking a chance to twirl. He had always brought her pretty things from up above. Did he like it?