Before I start, you must remember that my mother was pregnant when my father sang this to her. And everything I've ever said about what they are at home; Sons and Brides are the sea made flesh. [Clearing her throat, she settles herself, hoping Korrin can't see that she's nervous; she's never usually nervous singing for Korrin but this song is a lot of things. But she could tell Korrin how it goes or she could sing at least a part of it.]

Tonight we're the sea and the salty breeze. The milk from your breast is on my lips. And lovelier words from your moth to me. When salty my sweat and your fingertips.

[When she'd been bigger she would move when her father sang. So her mother said. Pressing a hand or a foot out against the shell of her world; always in a hurry, her mother said, always in a rush to see the world, experience it all even before I held you.]