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Ainhoa didn't know any of the pregnant women yet, but assumed that at least one of them was carrying Mahler's seed. Congratulations, she replied with a grin, Motherhood is a lot of work. I am content just being an, eh, emaginak. Her eyes trailed away as she thought of how one might explain. A woman helping with birth? That is what I am.

The Eisen seemed to understand what had been implied. He is kind, she said. There was nothing more to say about him yet, seeing as they'd only shared one meeting. Ainhoa made a note to seek him out later for further conversation. Oh, what do the ranks mean? Thinking about her joining was a reminder to ask; Wintersbane had mentioned that they were all in Mahler's tongue. I am Thrall, but...I don't understand.