21. Beautiful
When Claire cradles the baby in her arms, she croons lullabies and rocks back and forth for hours on end, unaware that the sun has long set and the fire's crackling weakly. At times, Locke nearly forgets that she caresses nothing more than a button-eyed boar skull wrapped in blankets.
She brushes a tuft of fur back so the buttons can peer up at Locke. "Isn't he precious?"
"...He's beautiful."