Vastra couldn't believe her eyes. Their offspring was so large and soft. Of course they had discussions at length with the doctors of this time to know what a hybrid would entail, but to actually see it, well Vastra was a bit overwhelmed.

For the first time in a long while, she felt truly inadequate and unprepared. She rarely had encounters with hatchlings but she distinctly remember they were tiny mischievous devils from the moment they hatched. But their offspring was a large sleepy angel with soft scales and little non-clawed hands. Her crests hadn't even come in yet. Vastra routinely dealt (and ate) the worst of humanity and occasionally the universe without so much as a flinch, but this? The green woman wasn't sure she could handle this.

"No, Strax!"

Vastra snapped out of it to see Jenny glaring at a maniacally grinning Strax who had somehow smuggled in a box full of grenades.

Vastra rolled her eyes but smiled faintly as she watched Jenny send a sulking Strax away. The green woman relaxed and placed her head against Jenny's, taking in her scent. Her smile grew wider when she took in another scent.

"Why are you still wearing that cloak? It's not that cold in here."

Vastra got up to take off the heavy cloak and place it on a chair. "There's a snowstorm outside. I can feel the cold invading my scales and establishing bunkers in my crest. If I start hibernating, it's on your head."

Jenny rolled her eyes but sighed happily when Vastra settled back. The green woman tentatively touched her daughter and chuckled when a tiny hand grabbed a finger. All Vastra knew was fighting and killing but this? She could happily learn this with Jenny by her side.