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tavina, who was less than impressed with the mazoi, favored inji with a level, warm look. but it was all she could muster. "it's sure to be beautiful," she agreed in genuine tone, however. inji would be a very lovely pride.

shoving all thoughts of nala as a bride aside, nala as a wife — tavina listened with the practiced ear of a doctor. "i think you're pregnant, inji, especially if you were quite active with your intended. you're young and healthy. there's no reason to think you haven't already conceived. just the same," tavina went on, "i am going to start you on a regimen of spearmint for your gut now. morning sickness is no joke. and closer to your delivery, we'll do chamomile, to relax your muscles for it."

she peered now at inji, wondering if the girl would quail at this direct reference to the pain that awaited her.