"Not right, that it should hurt so," Koshchei grumbles.
The redhead from earlier, who it turns out is named Melia, comes back downstairs looking a bit wilted. The dress is honestly too fine for what she's doing, but it is what she has.
As they eat, Melia talks a little. "Your wife, Kreyu, says everything is going as well as can be expected for a first time mother." She flushes. "The others, they have been at births before, I have not."
She sips her drink, a cordial. "I think I would have gone mad without the others," she confesses to Skellig. "If he hadn't caged us up together. Only a year, but it felt so very long."
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The redhead from earlier, who it turns out is named Melia, comes back downstairs looking a bit wilted. The dress is honestly too fine for what she's doing, but it is what she has.
As they eat, Melia talks a little. "Your wife, Kreyu, says everything is going as well as can be expected for a first time mother." She flushes. "The others, they have been at births before, I have not."
She sips her drink, a cordial. "I think I would have gone mad without the others," she confesses to Skellig. "If he hadn't caged us up together. Only a year, but it felt so very long."