Two Rivers Isle Except a memory, a distant Echo

Ulrich wanted to smile and frown at the same time, which was a strange sensation. He ended up grimacing, which probably didn't make his face look great. His heart swelled with love for his wife and the unborn children she carried, and yet he was worried all the time. He thought of how he had feared for Adylaide's life when they had escaped and wandered the wilds for those first few weeks before coming across the Isle. Now he had that feeling all over again but it was so much stronger and worse. The thought of "little baby sleep places" made him feel like he was melting into a puddle in the grass.

I could go and get you something from one of the caches, he suggested, his voice soft and warm. Food first seems... like a good idea. You might be less irritated with a full stomach. He flinched as he said it, afraid he'd offended her by suggesting she was being somehow unreasonable because she was hungry, which is not what he'd meant at all. Or you could go and get the food and I could look around for a suitable den spot? Honestly, whatever worked for her was fine with him. She was the one carrying the children, after all, and would be the one to have to give birth to them. Her job was already hard enough.