[Taking a step forward, she peers at the half-finished crib.]
How lovely . . .
[Certainly, there are craftsmen who could have produced something better. Rinea, however, isn't concerned with perfection the way her lord husband is. What she sees before her is the ripening fruit of his effort—his love.]
Oh, Berkut. It's the most wonderful crib I've ever seen.
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How lovely . . .
[Certainly, there are craftsmen who could have produced something better. Rinea, however, isn't concerned with perfection the way her lord husband is. What she sees before her is the ripening fruit of his effort—his love.]
Oh, Berkut. It's the most wonderful crib I've ever seen.