Lost Creek Hollow To the project

Terance wasn't sure exactly what was good, but judging by her body language he figured she might mean bury it and she'd get it later. rest now would be good. i'll be here, he told her softly, settling a little ways off in the den, i'll keep an eye out, i'll wake you if anything happens. get some rest. she deserved it, seriously. silently, terance was wondering what childbirth was actually like. and then, he was correcting himself by saying he was glad he'd never know and was thanking the gods that he didn't have to deal with it. terance had the easy bit.

he wanted to ask if she'd named them... but she seemed too tired. that'd be a conversation for another day, and an incredibly interesting conversation since terance, who we all know to be a little flowery, had much different naming traditions than treason. but he wouldn't fight her on it, as long as she was happy... so was terance.