away.
She was panting when she finished, but the
man’s breathing had eased. The sweat on his
brow had dried.
“Remarkable,” Elide whispered, gaping at
the now-smooth leg of the warrior.
Yrene just turned her head to the side and
vomited into the waste bucket.
Elide leapt to her feet.
But Yrene held up a hand, wiping her
mouth with the other. “As joyful as it is to
know I shall soon be a mother, the realities of
the first few months are ... not so joyous.”
Elide limped to the ewer of drinking water
and poured a cup. “Here. Is there anything I
can get you? Can—can you heal your own
sickness, or do you need someone else to?”
Yrene sipped at the water, letting it wash
away the bitter bile. “The vomiting is a sign
that things are progressing with the babe.” A
lily
(lily)
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