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"oh, i don’t know," elowen admitted, a breath of laughter escaping her. "enough to keep the den warm, i hope." her expression softened, a fondness settling in her chest. "three, maybe? four?"

she had no illusions about the trials of motherhood—already, her body bore the weight of it, sickness gnawing at her edges, leaving her restless in ways she hadn't expected. but she wanted them, these little lives forming within her. "i just hope they’re strong," she murmured.