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“You’re better than Uncle Dagfinn,” Eirlys said softly. “You stayed.” She cuddled into his embrace and shuddered violently at the thought of ever having to be the one to give mama grandchildren or being in travail. The pain of childbirth scared her, the inevitability [she thought] of having to raise those children without a mother or father scared her, and the thought of loving a man so much she might lose her head over it and abandon her family scared her. Uncharacteristically, “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore, rakas,” Eirlys slurred unevenly, wracked with nervous tremors. “I don’t want things to be different,” she admitted, fat tears welling up in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. “I don’t want this — us — to change.” All the stress of the past hour or so rose up, ugly and insurmountable.