A brilliant fire

Valery couldn't help the way her smile softened as she listened to the kitchen chorus — the sizzle of meat, the soft clink of utensils, and Yvaine's delighted babble growing more animated by the second. The littlest Noble was vibrating with joy, her tiny fists waving in the air as she babbled a story full of wild inflections, dramatic gasps, and the occasional squeaky laugh. It was complete nonsense, of course, but it had passion.
In the living room, Aurra had gone quiet — suspiciously so. Valery turned just in time to catch her youngest daughter tiptoeing after Colette with the stealth of a trained Padawan. Valery raised an eyebrow, but didn't stop her. Let her follow. If nothing else, Colette could use the company — even if it came in the form of a wide-eyed shadow in tauntaun slippers.
With a soft laugh, Valery turned her attention back to the triplet who wasn't sneaking away.
"Alright, you," she said, sweeping Eryx into her arms.
He giggled instantly, his small hands reaching to grab at her hair like it was the most fascinating toy in the world. But Valery was faster — she bent her head down and planted a loud, squishy kiss right on his belly, making exaggerated raspberry noises.
Pffffbt!
Eryx howled with laughter, kicking his legs and wriggling in her arms like a delighted little thing. His laughter was so pure, so bright it seemed to fill the whole room. Valery pulled back just enough to nuzzle his cheek, eyes sparkling.
"You're trouble, you know that?" she whispered, her voice full of affection. "Just like your siblings."
She glanced toward the kitchen, where Colette and Aurra had vanished, and where the scent of mint and nerf meat was growing stronger by the second.
This was what she fought for. What she lived for.
And she'd protect it with everything she had.