Never anyone's treasure

The young girl seemed startled and Ignita wasn't at all surprised. Ignita sat looking at the shelves she had spent hours... days organizing and checking and rechecking and showing others how to restock and keep tabs on it all. This one and the one down in the Col. There was wild hair growing behind her head that told her to throw everything down. To break every jar and toss every fur on the bonfire. Toss the girl in it as well.

Teegra then spoke up in a small meek voice. Ignita drew in a long deep shuddering breath and sighed out loow and slow. Her eyes were glued to the shelves.

That was precisely why Ignita couldn't blame her.

"No." She said, with finality. Then with another sigh, she started to gather a few things and urge the girl onward.

"C'mon, let's get the kids fed. Citadel will eat more than you think and Selene will think she can eat as much as she wants, she can't. Jamie has some sensitivities that can make her fatigue worse, I've noticed some foods can make her symptoms much worse some days but not others. Balrog hates these and Iska loves these." She would hold up these details as she talked about them so Teegra could get the idea.

"Sometimes Odette comes up for breakfast from her den with her dads, she's my half-daughter half-niece. She has wings." Ignita was all info, it was what she did best. Her tone was still rather flat. She placed things in a basket that was easy to carry back to the den.