Ravensblood Forest salt fires

Oh. Well, here came the bile again. He barely choked it back this time.

You all are pregnant? Hex asked, eyes rounding into twin suns. There was no mistaking the existential panic in his face, though he tried to keep his breathing steady and his gaze upon hers.

Dear gods. This situation grew more and more untenable.

Okay, I will make it happen, he continued. Empty promises, perhaps, but damned if he wouldn't do his best to fulfill them. Anything else? Herbs?

He knew nothing about the needs of a pregnant woman, and definitely not pregnant women, plural. He had a strange feeling the others wouldn't care, anyway.

But he would try.