Watching Tara wrap Asher up in a hug like that just... Kennedy had to pull Miraya into a hug of her own to deal with the serious sense of warm-if-slightly-scary fuzzies it gave her.

"They should, if we named them," she said, unable to stop herself from laughing slightly out of nerves and confusion and feeling a little overwhelmed. "They're kind of..."

And she had to stop and swallow hard, there. "They're kind of ours."

Just because she still wasn't ready for this, it didn't mean she didn't-- tentatively-- like the idea. You know. Someday.