"...though I fretted to you of harming her, all worry vanished the moment Leysa laid her upon me. A thrill cut through me then, sharper than any Contour. By God, all our lives we must alter the world around us to accommodate these hands; carve the staff to fit a fist, shape a hilt, bend a handle, sew a pocket; truncute a Chieson sweep by half with a glymota carryover (I know the face you are making now, stop it) but I tell you when I hold her, I know with certainty what these hands were themselves shaped for: the palm, to cup her wee head. These arms to cradle her smallness. These hands, these arms, this whole man was made for her.
Oh, I cannot wait for you to meet my Mikaila, and realise the same."

_{-Excerpt of a letter from Duane to Lemuel}