[Author’s note: Here’s something a little different – a brief drabble-length window into an alternate universe of Argentum which we’ll almost certainly be returning to at some point for a longer visit]

“She’s beautiful,” Yulia said, quietly.

Sabrian raised an exhausted eyebrow. “She looks like a fuckin’ squashed raspberry, y’mean.” She held out her arms. “Give over.”

“You’re not too tired?”

“I fuckin’ birthed her. I get t’hold her.” She took the baby, cradling her surprisingly gently against her chest. “Mine.”

“Ours,” Yulia said, looping a careful arm around the assassin’s shoulders. She leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on the top of their daughter’s head. “Gods, Sabrian, we made this. You and me, we made her. Gods. Just look at her.”

Sabrian grinned lopsidedly, leaning into the touch. “Fine. She’s ours.”

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