Swiftcurrent Creek the road that led us here

he nodded, accepting her thanks. he knew it wasn't enough. nothing ever would be. he'd impregnated her in a flash of passion, brought them both here. . .and then promptly laid low for the first half of her pregnancy. not to mention everything he'd done before, to her, her family, her allies and friends, and countless others. he had a mountain of things to atone for and not enough years left to climb it.

but he could try, at least.

at her addition to 'fine,' his ears perked, eyes widening slightly. really? he murmured half-rhetorically. does it. . .hurt, at all? do they feel strong? he wondered how many there were, if they were male or female. what would they look like? what would she call them? he certainly had no claim to their names.