Raven's Watch we're terrified of what's around the corner

Tavi was grasping at straws. She needed a way out of the situation with Reek, but she couldn't fathom a way around her ailment. It was an ailment, wasn't it? This pregnancy. It was something she desired as desperately as she desired a cold, or rabies, or any number of things - which was to say, not at all. Perhaps at some point her biology would kick in, and she would want whatever was growing inside of her; for now though, weak and overwhelmed though she was, Tavi had no inclination towards motherhood. She knew she did not love Reek to the extent he seemed to pine for her. She knew, too, that he would find someone else easily enough, should the desire arise. Tavi had never desired anything more than a way out, and that was precisely what Arkham presented to her.

It was only right he know her name — if he was so eager to protect her, to nurture whatever spawned of her union with Reek. She waited until he was settled, feeling the weight of his skull against her limbs as he used her sphinx-style paws as a pillow; with a turn of her head she placed her chin across the crown of his own head, and together they formed a totem pole. Octavia, she responded, and felt herself begin to drift once more in to the first stages of sleep.