Bryn/Jacob
Since he didn't want to hold him, she leaned down and placed him back in the little nest that had been made for him. She leaned back, but not before stroking his little hand. Long small fingers that were so very soft.
"He is as far as we know, normal. We won't know until he exhibits anything other than what he is right now. It is something that is almost a myth in my world. Dead are not supposed to create life. But there are spells. Dangerous ones. And Scarlet very nearly met her true death. So, as far as I know, he is the only one of his kind. Everything that happens from the point of his birth until his death, if he has one, will be historic." Right now, he was simply a perfect little boy. All ten fingers and all ten toes, and everything a boy was supposed to have in between.
Bryn was not sorry she wouldn't be going back to the party. She stepped over to Jacob and gently rubbed his arm, over his jacket. "Whatever makes you sad... I... I hope you find something or someone that will be worth not being sad for."