Cathair scoffed at that. "I think that's about right," he agreed. "Although don't fuss about the comparison. I know I need a bit gentler hand than my Liadian had now. So does Sadhbh. A woman like her mother would come in and try to take over, try to act as if she'd never existed. You're much more sensible than that, Becky." He gathered both her hands in his and pressed them to his lips. "And I'm very grateful for that."
He smiled softly at her words. "You do," he assured her. "You deserve to be cherished and loved. And so does she. Although if I get too presumptuous about how I handle Amy out of habit, feel free to thump me good. Because regardless of experience and intention, you're her mother and you do know what's best for her."