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Oh. Well. Maegi had just sort of taken it at face value that they'd been Cicero's, but if he'd been away. . . Then again, how long were women pregnant? Maybe they'd been made before the war. Maegi really didn't know how most of that worked. Pretty sure she thought kids were planted in bellies like seeds. (Which wasn't, you know, altogether false.)

I dunno, she said uncertainly, staring at Ramsay. The dark one, she looks a lot like you. Same pelt, same eyes— And then she cut herself off, both because she didn't want to disturb him, and because he had said something else. Something she didn't think she'd hear again.

Maegi sucked in a breath. Gods, Ramsay, she whispered, feeling both pleased and guilty—like she didn't deserve his recognition, after everything she'd done. I've missed you so much. I missed you and Euron worse every day we were apart.