Chapter 125

Lo

I’m amazed at how well Perrin handles the crowd of reporters, his manner congenial and natural, as if he’s done this for years. I suppose he has. And get it from Deidre, apparently.

He tosses questions between us, not making it obvious that I’m still gun-shy from my last interview with Lester to really take the reigns. But he holds my hand as we sit, answering questions as if he’s talking just to me. Eventually I felt comfortable bending the microphones towards me and answering questions on my own.

I told the press how I’d be spending peaceful afternoons volunteering at the Archives and shadowing the Luna at various tasks of her professional role. I shared that I was excited for motherhood but not naive enough to believe it wouldn’t be challenging. I acknowledged that it would take a village–and the pack–to help me raise this child. That answer was met with a fervor of happy sighs and approval from the crowd.

Perrin doted on me the whole time, talking about our newly furnished nurs