"Like what? Get Raven to dive back down there again?" He gulps. "It's only -- "

Blindly, he fumbles for her hand again.

"It's temporary." And as much for his reassurance as hers, to attempt some kind of anchor, he repeats it: "It ain't permanent. Three months, that's it."

Three months.

Naomi'll be half a year old.

Wash bites down on his lower lip, hard.