She's stubborn. Incredibly so. She knows this is their life, and they're surrounded by death-- they breathe it, they eat it. Crap it too. But for this little boy, for 21-- she'll die trying.

"I know. I want to be there too. I want you and him prepared for anything you need to be."

Her mouth quirks again into something more fond. "Of course I'll help with math. And science projects. Monarch'll probably help him with a volcano."

Sheila's grabbing her phone, handing it over.