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Rowan we soothed by the touch in turn, taking with it the liberty of a balm to her recent wounds. He was not Lasher, but, he was clearly his father's son - he had a kindness to him, a willingness for good. They were still very different at their cores but Rowan could see him and know him as he was. She offered him a gentle smile, her silver eyes closing for a moment. "So empty," Rowan lamented. "Your sister - Emaleth - has wandered off as well. The Magick seems broken." She had not seen the other little witch in quite some time, but, what was she to do about that? 

The sudden question made her squirm - she hadn't realized she was showing - but the famine had done much to give away her condition. It felt like the sun was a spotlight on her, all of her worries exposed for the young boy. She bit her lip, and if she could have, she would have blushed. "Not... Not exactly. I am only a few weeks along." She was evading the question, but, it still brought to light a fact. She had to tell Lasher's other children - she owed it to the ones she carried. Would it tarnish their thoughts on their father, would it make them hate her - she had not known their mother, nor heard her name.

It was an endless cycle, to guess and ponder and worry over details. She couldn't do anything but face facts though. She wasn't ashamed of her children. The season overcame them all and the spirits that served their family had lead her there before she had come into her heat. It was all on purpose. She had never considered it before, and it reflected in the sudden ease to her body where nervousness had taken root earlier. "They are your siblings, Casmir."  She said, her tones even. She hoped that he would not be upset - but if he was, she would understand it.