The young mother was sickly and looked like she was in urgent need of a healer for her own problems. Her cheeks were pale and translucent and her arms weak. They could barely hold her baby boy, who was large in size but deformed enough that his breathing was shallow and labored.
Serenica thought that a rational person would have already drowned the child.
"He refuses when I try to nourish him."
"I can see why," Serenica said, thanking her hangover for her dull senses and stony heart. Under normal circumstances she could have shuddered from the sheer agony the monster was clearly in. Now, she was able to look at it as it was, a freak of nature, a misstep on the path of life, a mistake of the womb. She was not certain if it was an it or a he, so far away from the ordinary the features were, the cyclops eye, the split mouth.
"What did you eat during the pregnancy?"
