Ramiro's smirk faded slightly, his gaze turning distant. He was quiet for a moment, his fingers still resting lightly against Luzia's hair.
"…She was stubborn," he finally said, voice softer than before. "Sharp-tongued, just like you. Always had something to say."
Luzia tilted her head, watching him closely. "Sounds like she had good taste in men."
Ramiro huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "If you'd said that to her, she would've told you she regretted it every day."
Luzia grinned. "I like her already."
Ramiro leaned back against the bedroll, exhaling. "She wasn't afraid of anything. And if she was, she never showed it. I used to think nothing in the world could shake her." His voice grew quieter. "Until it was almost time for her to give birth to you."
Luzia blinked, caught off guard. "…What do you mean?"
