Falcon smiles, suddenly feeling bouyant. Eternal was alive. It had worked. He felt as if he were drifting somewhere above the clouds, and he can't keep a smile off his face. He's a father.
"Rosemary and Alaric," he mulls the names over. "Yes, I think I like those. Hey, don't do that you little rascal!" Falcon mock-glares at his son, who simply laughs and swats at his face again.
Eternal laughs, "I'm glad you like them. And I'm glad we're all back together now."
Falcon nods, then looks at the babies. "They look a lot like you, you know. They have your eyes at least."
Eternal looks, and sure enough both babies look back at her with pale violet eyes, barely a shade different from her own. Alaric wails hungrily, and Falcon hands him back to Eternal. Soon the two are feeding contentedly, and Falcon puts his arm around Eternal's shoulders. They stand together for a few moments, as if in their own little world. Then, Falcon breaks the silence:
"Oh dammit." he says. "What are we going to do about travelling?"