Stone Circle some tides don’t turn

She hadn't entirely expected him to leave the choice to her. Shifting her weight from one side to the other on heavy paws, she pauses. 

It was true that Swiftcurrent had many things going for it at once; new faces who perhaps needed more than one set of eyes on them, the children, the nursing woman, the sickly woman. Would it be selfish to leave them alone? But at the same time, what purpose did Wren serve staying home aside from a sitting duck? None of those tasks were things she was particularly skilled in; babysitting, postpartum care, medicine. But what she was... 
Germanicus wouldn't mind? she questions, a slight quiver laced within. She locks eyes with him, pale sunflower melting into warm brown. The ground between them was shaky at best, and this she knew; an unresolved tension, a body that still held the echoes of want for his. But perhaps this could be an opportunity to make things more solid. Or convince herself that she was doing something purposeful, that Akavir trusted her. I told you I-- I wanted to do right by you, didn't I?