Duskfire Glacier Who does your honor sleep with at night

Rye watched as she struggled to speak, firmly grasped by the panicky reality she was to be expecting. His eyes attentively watched for every fleck of emotion that
crossed her face, expecting for her tears to streak down her face in droves but she held herself. He wished he had the answers for every problem that plagued her but he was still learning about being alive, who was he to weigh in on matters he did not have a stake in? Yet, he was going to. Rye didn't have it in him to tell her he couldn't help, he had to try. As she rounded up her final thought process the woodland man prepared to speak but as he found his words, she spoke again. He waited and thoroughly listened again. This time, after she finished, he waited longer to both see if she had more and to adapt his thoughts to the newly admitted feelings.
Rye took a deep breath as if preparing himself to speak with confidence, even if he was still unsure any of his words would help. "I don't believe Wintersbane
will see them that way. You—" Did he have a right to say it? 'Yeah, I fucken do.' "You are not the only one. He will have two litters from two different women
here, he knew what he was doing. Your pups belong here, you belong here too. Who cares if there are other medics already here, since when is a pack full of medics a bad thing? Never. Don't let fear dictate you, the outcome is never worth it." His voice was filled with conviction, he didn't want to see her leave and risk losing it all. He couldn't let it happen again. "Stay. If not for yourself, then do it for your pups. Please.. They are not a mistake and they are not bastards." His eyes shared the same emotion as his voice, the desperate pleading nearly cracking his voice. Rye searched her features in a futile attempt to guess her response, he was nervous to know her decision.