Sina's mouth opens into an O shape, without the drooling that usually accompanies the rooting instinct. Too young to smile or laugh, she instead starts kicking her feet wildly enough to rock herself back and forth. Pel laughs and beams.

"She likes you. She used to kick like that before she was born, too. And I-I'm sure your mama is right. But I can't imagine her that big yet. Right now, she fits in my arms and smells wonderful."

A small nod. "You can pick her up, if you like. I want her to meet and bond with people. I want her to feel safe with people who are safe."