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She glanced at him. "I thought the same." Then her attention went back to the babies, her gaze drawn to an olive-skinned child with a thick head of hair who was sleeping peacefully, unperturbed by his situation or the screaming of the red-haired girl. Tamara went to the crying babe and lifted the child into her arms. She shushed the red-haired baby and kissed her head and whispered nothing words of comfort and the little girl's chest hitched, her eyes blinking curiously. The baby sighed, whimpered twice, and then her eyes fluttered closed and she rested her head against Tamara's chest.
"Quickly," she said to William. "We must get them back to Blackbriar. To Doctor Nichols' home. From there we'll have to figure out how to protect them."
But William was staring down at the babies arrayed upon those strange, delicate furs. He shook his head. "How? How do we get them all back, Tam? We haven't thought this through, have we? We can't very well carry seven babies, just the two of us."
"We'll translocate," she said, holding the red-haired baby against her breast with her left hand and stooping to lift a second child with her right. When William didn't reply she turned to find him staring at her.
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