[When Jotaro speaks, when he finally tears his gaze away from the otter and looks at Jotaro again, sees that wonder on his face, the renewed faith in the life that can come out of the darkness . . . he just thinks: good. If this is all he can do in this place, reaffirm that, then it's what he wants to do, over and over again. Make that kind of happiness come out.]
[It isn't all he can do, not by far. But it might be the most meaningful.]
[She rolls onto her side a little bit, wiggling in his arms, still squeaking in confusion. It occurs to him that he doesn't know what to do with babies, not even otter ones. Once they get old enough that they've been hurt, he knows how to heal them, but when they're this small . . .]
[He scoots back and nudges Jotaro with his elbow.]
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[It isn't all he can do, not by far. But it might be the most meaningful.]
[She rolls onto her side a little bit, wiggling in his arms, still squeaking in confusion. It occurs to him that he doesn't know what to do with babies, not even otter ones. Once they get old enough that they've been hurt, he knows how to heal them, but when they're this small . . .]
[He scoots back and nudges Jotaro with his elbow.]
Go on. Take her.