There were so many of them, crawling up and around Shepard as she stepped into the nursery. So, so many little Krogans. Most were Wrex's kids, and some, improbably, his grandchildren. Krogans matured quickly, and wasted little time.
"Story," one of the bigger ones chirped, tiny hands pulling at her pant-legs. "Story!"
An avalanche of similar demands followed, until aunty Shep had settled into the human-comfortable chair by the beds. Dozens of eyes blinked, eagerly.
"Tell the one where you and uncle Garrus-"
"No, the squid one!"
"No, big scary robot!"
Clearing her throat, she began. "Once upon a time..."
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