Oz had expected her to be displeased by his answer, which was why he'd buried the lede so significantly, but seeing the way she tensed still made him anxious. She was clutching her glass hard enough he was worried she might crack it if he said even one more thing to anger her.
"Well, it's not as though I planned for her child to be ill," he pointed out — probably not very helpfully, but he did think it was a little unfair of her to hold that against him when he'd had nothing to do with any of it. He hadn't been there when the incident had happened with Sophia's daughter, or when she'd been taken to the hospital, and he'd had no say in having Thomasina assigned to the case. He hadn't even known about it until days or maybe even weeks later, when Soph had eventually brought up that her child was sick — but she hadn't wanted to dwell on it, so he didn't know all of the details. And what was he supposed to have done at that point, suggested she come up with an excuse to switch to another healer? Ozymandias might not have been a healer himself, but he fully believed that his wife was the best artifacts incident healer England had to offer. He couldn't, in good conscious, have suggested Sophia transfer her daughter into the care of someone less capable, just to make himself feel a little less uneasy about the ordeal. And he hadn't known then that it would be a months-long hospital stay, either.
"I was going to break things off this summer," he said — because the thought had at least occurred to him a handful of times, so he'd might as well take credit for it. "But —" he shrugged helplessly at her, assuming the but would be obvious. But her child had been hospitalized — but he'd been starting the political race — but he'd been so busy with the campaign events — but the dragons had attacked — and then, of course, the final nail in the coffin: but she'd been pregnant.
"Well, it's not as though I planned for her child to be ill," he pointed out — probably not very helpfully, but he did think it was a little unfair of her to hold that against him when he'd had nothing to do with any of it. He hadn't been there when the incident had happened with Sophia's daughter, or when she'd been taken to the hospital, and he'd had no say in having Thomasina assigned to the case. He hadn't even known about it until days or maybe even weeks later, when Soph had eventually brought up that her child was sick — but she hadn't wanted to dwell on it, so he didn't know all of the details. And what was he supposed to have done at that point, suggested she come up with an excuse to switch to another healer? Ozymandias might not have been a healer himself, but he fully believed that his wife was the best artifacts incident healer England had to offer. He couldn't, in good conscious, have suggested Sophia transfer her daughter into the care of someone less capable, just to make himself feel a little less uneasy about the ordeal. And he hadn't known then that it would be a months-long hospital stay, either.
"I was going to break things off this summer," he said — because the thought had at least occurred to him a handful of times, so he'd might as well take credit for it. "But —" he shrugged helplessly at her, assuming the but would be obvious. But her child had been hospitalized — but he'd been starting the political race — but he'd been so busy with the campaign events — but the dragons had attacked — and then, of course, the final nail in the coffin: but she'd been pregnant.
MJ is the light of my life <3