His hands moved, two on top of Temperance's and two under to cradle it and the cloth she held. "Make a door and- use this as part- of the magic to- shape it." There was a gentle warmth to his hands, like the steady thrum of a heart. "You will be able- to step through the- doorway to my demesne- The little ones will- be able to visit- as well. To help."
The Semblance of Unity