Dawnlark Plains bone canticle

je suis plus en sécurité avec toi qu'avec les puritains. it saddened ellie to see lestan so frightened by himself, by his lineage; as if the puritans and the royals had done so much good for the world in the first place! ellie breathes out a soft, unidentifiable sound before she meets him with a self-assured smile. besides, i chose to follow you out 'ere, didn'i?
you fascinate me, lestan, she quirks a brow at him, lazily sinking down to her belly. her muzzle lifts toward the sky, the tangy scent of rain clouding her senses. you 'ave lived a 'undred lives. and i t'ink zese stories deserve to be told.
she wonders how much his ex-wife knew of this, how much she cared about it, for there must be a reason he is so withdrawn; why he never speaks of her beyond the fact that she was the vessel who gave him his daughter. and then there are the others, his cousins, and shardik! would he tell him? would it bother him?
and what would become of her, now that she knew?