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[golden_line]

And here we have a Narcissa, holding a baby and looking very confused. She knows it's her baby, but doesn't know how the baby came to be, or whose it even is

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[oracular_device]

*please ignore, Narcissa, the temporarily male body which is somewhat at odds with the quiet feminine gasp upon seeing the baby* Oh, who's this?

[golden_line]

*blinks for a moment at the stranger, and then at the baby* This is.... *blank for a moment, and then it suddenly comes to her* This is Nicholas.

[oracular_device]

*smiles and gently takes the baby's hand* Hello, Nicholas. What do you think of the world so far? *looks back to Narcissa* How old is he? I'm Anathema Device, by the way.

[golden_line]

Nicholas: *blinks at Anathema, then yawns and closes his eyes*

*takes a moment to respond* I... I think he's about a month old.

[oracular_device]

Boring, eh? -- You think? *not accusatory, just confused*

[golden_line]

I... *confused frown* I can't remember.

[oracular_device]

*assumes this is some sort of confusing postpartum state of mind and takes it in stride* I'm sure you will soon.

[golden_line]

*nervous lipbite* I hope so.