I believe she merely sees him as Nectar’s father. And I don’t think it’s proper to tell her now that Zeath is actually her father. It’s best I let it be until her recovery. That way, she can take the information in a better mood.

I kiss her forehead as she slowly falls asleep again. Then I take Zeath by the wrist and lead him out of the room to the waiting area.

We sit side by side in the couch. Watching him man-spread, I’m tempted to sit on him; claim his laps as my personal couch. ...