In the very end, there are three. Three children to Nephthys' name, and Leera looks over the each of them carefully, making sure everything looks right and none are needing special attention. The last of them is smaller than the previous, a little boy, but Leera does not worry for him -- many children are born tiny but grow into fine soldiers, scholars, and kings. Perhaps if the third child had been born to anyone but Nephthys and Hannibal, she might worry, but she knows the two parents are strong and therefore it is not possible for the offspring not to be.
"You did well, flower. Congratulations," cooes Leera into the new mother's ear, moving away a few inches afterward to allow room for the father to see, touch, love. Her own eyes sparkle with pride at the squirming babies, and her heart squeezes gently with some sort of strange emotion as she watches the interaction between her best friend and the newborns.
Nephthys prompts Hannibal to name the cubs, and Leera holds her breath quietly. She watches him expectantly, for these will be the names that she will know for the rest of her years. At least, she hopes she will. It isn't uncommon for mothers to want to keep their children away from the care of others -- in fact, Leera has done this before -- but a part of her wishes she'll be able to help out a little.
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