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While Kellyn tries to talk him out of that idea, I’m stuck staring at the little girl. She has golden-red hair the exact same shade as Kellyn’s.

“Who are these children?” I ask him.

“My brothers and sister,” Kellyn says simply.

“Come, look what we’ve been doing!” The children drag us over to a little pond hidden among the tall grass. In a section of mud near the edge, there appears to be a small fort of sticks, perhaps one foot by one foot in size. Within is a little green frog.

“We’re making him a home,” Rallon says.

“And what a fine home it is. He will be the envy of all frogs,” Kellyn says.

He’s so good with the children. Hissiblings. I’ve never seen him interact with kids before.

It… does something to me.

I find myself wanting to touch him again.

“Where is everyone else?” Kellyn asks after they discuss the finer points of frog houses.

“The little ones are at home with Ma. Da is in the fields with Dynar and Orta.” Then Kyren turns to me. “Next year, I get to help in the fields, too. I’ll be old enough then.”

“But you’re so strong already,” I say to him.

He smiles before hiding his face against his shoulder. Then he takes off at a run. “Kellyn, I’ll go tell Da you’re home!”

“Then the rest of us had better go surprise Ma, hadn’t we?”

The littlest boy and the girl hold Kellyn’s hands as they walk.

Petrik turns to Temra and me. “What happened to Kellyn?”

“He’s been replaced with some kindhearted sap,” Temra says.

The last boy jumps onto Kellyn’s back, and the mercenary doesn’t miss a stride as they all keep walking.

“No, I think he’s always been like this.” Maybe they haven’t seen it, but I have. I’m staring after Kellyn so intently that I don’t notice Petrik and Temra looking at me until I turn.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” Petrik says.

“You’re smitten,” Temra says at the same time.

I roll my eyes, but I’m embarrassed to have been caught staring.

Mrs. Derinor looks amazing despite all the children she’s borne. Her hair is mostly gray, her eyes are crinkled at the sides, and a few lines stand out on her forehead, but she’s a remarkably lean and strong woman. Still, she looks exhausted with five little ones hanging off her. She has a child on each hip, one little boy wrapped around one of her legs, another one tapping her tummy to try to get her attention, and a young girl nearby is stirring a pot on the stove.

“Ma,” Kellyn says, stepping forward. He wraps her in a hug, careful of the two little ones she’s holding. Then he takes one baby and thrusts it at Petrik and keeps the other one for himself. While holding the little one, he somehow manages to dislodge the boy from around his mother’s leg.

“Kellyn, you’re home! We didn’t know to expect you,” Mrs.Derinor says. With her arms free, she steps forward to wrap him in a proper hug.

“Surprise,” he says.

“And you brought guests!” the woman says, sounding thoroughly delighted. I don’t understand how she could possibly feel that way with her house already overrun with children.

Kellyn makes the introductions, and the woman greets each of us in turn with a big hug. For once, I don’t mind embracing a stranger.

“We’re so sorry to impose, Mrs. Derinor,” Temra begins.