I kiss May's forehead, and hum softly as she drifts off to sleep, this time still cuddled up to me, rather than in her wagon bed.
She likes my cuddles, I guess.
I suppose...
I'm flattered by that. It's hard not to smile about it, at least.
She has an innocence that reminds me of a small rabbit, so very fragile and helpless.
I can't help feeling the desire to protect her.
No, not just that.
To pamper her.
It's a terrible idea to spoil her, I know, but she's gone through so much, and yet remained so pure and sweet and delicate...
How can I not?
The temptation to baby her and hug her is hard to resist, if I'm completely honest with myself.
Maybe it's a good thing she seems to like that.
Maybe it's not.
I can't decide.
I don't feel like deciding.
After all.
No matter how I weigh the risks...
They don't change the facts.
Celeste stares out at the passing stars above the wagon, apparently lost in thought.
