I laugh a little, quite gently, and touch his face.

"You would be a terrible parent," I say, quite fondly. "Rose is well. Her mother has a copy of the Kent body that lives with them, do you know? She claims they are blissfully happy." I shake my head. Wanda. "My daughter grows strong, and fast. She will be very beautiful, one day. And terrible, perhaps." I smile and stroke his hair back. "I feel the end of things rushing in, now," I say, more quietly. "I am... glad you are here, for the time that is left."