[There was light in Gabriel's voice, and it refracted across the soft glow of Zenyatta's orbs like raindrops rippling across a pool of water, shimmered in after-images in the air. Just fine. It was, he realised, more than either of them could have hoped, and as Gabe settled the first kitten down to nurse relief flooded his systems like a shot from a needle.]
Excellent! [His voice filled out in a rich, polyphonic smile. All the better for the mother, whose energy seemed entirely dependent now on the golden orb warming her flank.
One became two, two three, three four- but there was life still within her, and when the final pair emerged even Zenyatta had to marvel at what had to have been a monumental effort.]
By the Iris! How on earth did you walk, young lady? [One golden hand stroked its way through the mats of her ears; his two real hands were occupied by one very tiny kitten, its nose twitching through a gap in the towel. He glanced at Gabriel.] Do you suppose there is room for them to feed? They will have to fight for a place.
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Excellent! [His voice filled out in a rich, polyphonic smile. All the better for the mother, whose energy seemed entirely dependent now on the golden orb warming her flank.
One became two, two three, three four- but there was life still within her, and when the final pair emerged even Zenyatta had to marvel at what had to have been a monumental effort.]
By the Iris! How on earth did you walk, young lady? [One golden hand stroked its way through the mats of her ears; his two real hands were occupied by one very tiny kitten, its nose twitching through a gap in the towel. He glanced at Gabriel.] Do you suppose there is room for them to feed? They will have to fight for a place.