One of these women, close to Judge Fang, set her needlework down, 
rearranged herself into a kneeling position, and bowed to him. Judge Fang gave 
her a perfunctory bow in return, then padded over to the nearest crib. A little 
girl with astonishingly thick eyelashes lay there, deeply asleep, breathing 
regularly, her mouse ears sticking out through the bars of the crib, and as 
Judge Fang stood and stared at her, he imagined that he could hear the 
breathing of all the children on this ship at once, combined into a gentle sigh that calmed his 
heart. All of these children, sleeping so peacefully; everything must be okay. 
It was going to be fine.