When Medea opened her eyes, the first person she saw was Thirteen, sleeping peacefully beside her.
She was holding him in a protective embrace, comforting him as he had cried in his dreams last night, something that occurred regularly.
Over the years, she had come to know that the Angel of Death whom everyone feared was very vulnerable in his sleep.
So, she made it a point to sleep beside him, ensuring that someone would be holding him during his darkest moments.
But there was one thing that surprised her as well.
Thirteen… was a very big baby.
Perhaps, it was because he was now human and had learned the human touch from Kate, he subconsciously sought it out when someone was nearby.
'I won't be able to marry anyone anymore,' Medea thought as he planted a kiss on Thirteen's head, whose painful memories were slowly being erased by the Norns.
As long as those memories existed, he would remain unstable.
