Lost little lamb

Mimicking was the highest form of flattery but yes, they didn't want to compete for attendance.

Our own children... It made her heart leap at the idea. She couldn't imagine throwing them out if they decided not to pull their weight, and if she agreed to this plan of placing anyone in Armada into the slave rank... well, her children could very well become slaves but it would be their own fault. She didn't like that idea, but they shouldn't bend the rules around just for their own progeny. It wouldn't be fair, or balanced.

"Hard to imagine..." She said quietly, wrapping her arm around his head now. No more questions and plans. She kissed his nose. The day was getting late and they had jobs to do in the morning.
"I like this." She said, talking things through just the two of them. She wondered if he had more to say, but she wanted to curl up under his chin and sleep.

"Speech"