Luna's eyes flew open at the hand on her shoulder, and she inhaled deeply, holding the breath while she stared up at the ceiling and tried to place it. She was in the sitting room, sitting on the sofa. She turned her eyes to the hand still touching her and finally to Rolf's face. It had been such a long time since she had seen him. It had been so long, and she hadn't quite realised it - the boys already looked like him, far more than they looked like her.
"I'm sorry," she said after taking another deep breath, and sat up, elbows on her knees. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."
Luna rubbed her eyes, brushing the look on Rolf's face out of her mind. He didn't have any obligations towards her, nor towards the boys. He had already said so; he didn't want children. He didn't think he would be any good with them. It wasn't her place to disagree; he knew himself best. Besides, she didn't need anything from him.
"You'll want to see the boys," she said after having pushed the sleep down and away. It was surprising how sleep could feel very much like a Wrackspurt attack, distracting even the most vigilant from a simple task.
Luna led the way up the stairs to the room right next to her own, yawning into the back of her hand most of the way. She stepped through the door first and moved to stand by the double sized changing table surrounded by diapers. A soft blue mist hung in the air and lit the room with tiny stars, allowing them to see everything in the room. Though there were two, both boys lay on their backs in the same crib at the far side of the room, next to a rocking chair and baby swing.
"On the left is Lorcan," Luna whispered of the dark-haired boy with his thumb in his mouth. "The one on the right is Lysander."