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racharra nods along. healing, for what? she doesn't know. nazli seems pretty healthy to her.
but then the mention of children rings in her ear, and racharra joins the hemet in her embarrassment.

you're pregnant? and sick? spring lust claims even the holiest, most precious of hemets it seems. she glances at nazli's belly. but nazli is as thin as always. if she's expecting and feeling so sick she needed prayer she'd be as round as the moon itself.

and then, in her breath. as quietly as she could possibly manage, racharra fearfully asks. who's the father?