Ourania opened her eyes for the first time in this instance of her life. She looked at Yanni and couldn't help herself but smile. He looked so young and so wide-eyed, like the infant mind he was.
He was in her care now. No one would take him away.
He was crouching next to her chair, instinctively suckling on his bloodied thumb. Ourania remembered the other children in her care who did the exact same gesture. She always found that particular action very cute.
She arose, lifted his chin gently and said, "Let's begin."
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