This was absolutely lovely! I adore that Ragnelle is clearly fond of her son, but doesn't quite know what to do with him. Being a mother is such a lot of work! (And I love her ruminations on being tamed, on being changed; Guinglain has a bit of her in him, but there's also a bit of him in her, now, and I love how it itches and aches at her. There's more than a little of the fox from The Little Prince in her, and I adore it.) What a gorgeous bit of prose!