She looked about, catching sight of the tiny Ascended. When they met last, Letha learned about the coming of the child. Now, they were here, blossomed and warm and bright and brilliant. Her smile formed again, and she beemed down at the child when (if) it made eye contact with her on their traversing of the room. Oh, she loved children. A spark started in her breast. It was familiar static, starting slow but surging throug her. She remembered this fondly, and held on to it tight.
It was the spark, the desire, the will and determination to protect.