Journey's fruition

Motif could see the understanding flare in his eyes and let herself smile in relief, she had been so afraid of this moment, so prepared to turn Shaye around and take her all the way back home again. She was so glad that it had gone well, glad and afraid all over again. It was really happening, she was really leaving Shaye here in the hands of someone who was almost a stranger to her and her baby. It was the love she could see in Shai's eyes that made this bearable, to understand the father loved the child as greatly as the mother did. She let out a soft sigh, and without knowing what was happening in his life, if it was or was not taboo, she reached forward and gently touched her nose to his cheek. “Thank you, look after her, look after our Shaye” she whispered to him before stepping back again. Even as most of her heart fretted over Shaye, another part of her heart melted at the sight of him again, it stirred all the old feelings inside of her that reminded her of how Shaye had come to be.

She couldn't let herself dwell on that however, she couldn't go back on her choice, on Abaven Bass and Rhythm, she needed them as much as she needed Shaye and she just couldn't see how Shai could fit into that life – except for the shared care of their child. Her eyes where sad as they regarded him now, drinking in both him and their daughter, locking it all away in her heart until she could repeat this journey and see her little Shaye again. At least it would be much faster the next time, without Shaye's little paws slowing her down, without showing her daughter the sights of the world. “Shai, Shaye, ok?” she asked softy, nodding her head to the both of them, trying to ask if either needed anything more before she left them.