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She rubbed his back, burying her face in his shoulder.
He nodded, offering her the baby.
She nodded slowly. "Oh.. Okay."
He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I think."
"Bill is a boy name."
"It's okay. It's okay."
He kissed her cheek. "Not really. Would you like to hold her?"
"Maybe you should take Mo. I'll try it on my own so it should be a little safer." She frowned slightly. "Where are we going anyways?"
"Try and create a flame in your palm."
"A daughter named Bill.."
"Exactly," she said, kissing the spot between his eyebrows. "So it wasn't your fault."
He looked over, opening an eye. "Yeah?"
Aspen was quiet, recalling the stories and books she read in the past that she was little reminded of. It was odd to be living it.
He shrugged. "In most cases they can just feel it and do it with some concentration. You're not most cases, though.."
"..And you named her Bill?"
She pulled away to look him in the eyes. "Jack, you can't possibly think it's your fault. That's like saying you wanted to forget me. It's just...
Francis was still beside her, resting his head back.
Aspen followed, going silent.
"Well.. Some people can control certain elements."
"You sure did."
