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Lane had lived a life unlike anything Sakhmet could have ever imagined, even if she did not know all the details of it.

Yet it felt like a pressing reality that loomed over her head.

They wished to make a village, the children in her womb evident of that. Soon enough she would stand at a helm — but with her husband. Kigipigak.

He's been...very attentive. I'm lucky, She admitted softly. Almost sheepish with some bare level of guilt. It was evident Lane had not had it so easy.

Do you think you'll have children again? Maybe once the village has resettled...? She asked coyly with a brief show of a playful smile. An attempt to lighten the mood from grim possibilities and realities.