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Etienne shifted into the light. Now his gaze stayed on Druid. The way her face changed. The sad sheen to her eyes. And he realized he was not the only one suffering lately. Motherhood didn't suit Druid right now. And it wasn't her fault. Her pregnancy had been so hard. And sometimes your brain was just sad.

Druid. Come wit' me. Let you an I speak. Yea.

There was a softness to his voice. A calming wave even if he was feeling nothing like it. He had to be for her.

He turned his golden eyes towards Fiona. Swallowing his discomfort and his pain. 'ello Fiona.

He looked over Anselm amd offered him a small smile amd a muttered. Mon fou. before he turned back to Druid.