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The babe tucked close to her bared chest, she felt its lips seal and latch for comfort. The slow pulsing suckle as it fed sending a warmth through her stomach and further below as she looks left and right in the darkened place. Tucked away in the broken stones of a derelict building, she murmurs softly to her child, stroking its head gently. "He won't find you, never hurt you."

Shielding the child in the curtain of her raven locks, she shivers with the night chill and smells rain coming in the air.