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Reverie nodded with an immediate and desperate gratitude not unlike a drowning woman reaching for an offered hand. She had assured Boone otherwise, but she truly felt that pregnancy might mean her death. Any potential solution, then, was a welcome respite from this fear.

Thank you, She said softly, hesitating a moment before she added, Do you think - you could speak with my husband, too? His name is Boone, and he - he's the one I want there when I - for the birth. If - if there's anything I can give you in return, just name it. I can't tell you how much this means to me. The familiar heat of tears threatened her as she said it, but Reverie held them back through great effort.