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Gavriel allows her to speak without interruption and for that Gyda is grateful. For if he would have she would have no doubt lost her nerve and that was a bizarre thing for her to realize about herself. She spoke her mind often, as Ragnar had taught her to do. She is not meek as the mother she remembers having been. Battle and death she can face without hesitation and yet ...the thought of Gavriel rejecting her has reduced her to being nervous. To hesitation. Though perhaps it is simply because she sees competition in Wildfire that she had never seen before. A meaner part of Gyda (perhaps were Eske got it from) could not help but think if she wanted children that bad that she should not have taken Heda as her mate. Perhaps more than anything Gyda is riled that Wildfire didn't even come to ask how Gyda would feel about it. How was she to have children and live with a man and not develop feelings for him? The courtesy was not extended to her and that prickled beneath Gyda's skin like a festering wound.

In her worrying she almost misses Gavriel's response. It is his smirk that draws her from her chaotic thoughts and the fact that she had asked him a very important question. Gyda wants his smirk to infuriate her but it does not. In a way that she cannot explain she finds it charming instead. His words of acceptance, coupled by his smirk and the lashes of his tail change Gyda's mood quickly. Her heart flutters inside her chest for a moment, wishing that she'd said something a while ago to him. It had not been a new consideration for the shield-maiden but it had taken her fear of losing him and her unwillingness to share him for her to come forth with it. Her smile turns coy, her gaze sly as she reaches for him, this time, intending to make contact — a brush of her muzzle against his own if he allowed it.

“Would you?” She nearly purrs in a tease at him, a soft chuckle spilling from betwixt her lips.

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