"You don't usually heal yourself," Zelda pointed out; her tone came out more stubborn than nagging. It was an unfortunate side affect of her age, and the years between them — she watched him carefully, as she leaned in the doorway of her sitting room.

She smiled at his echo, despite herself. "I feel different," Zelda admitted. She was never sure if it was for the better or not. "We'll see if I outgrow it." Would she be less nervous, with her second child? She didn't know — most days she almost forgot that she was pregnant again.

Was it odd that he was doing this under his sleeve? Zelda pursed her lips, trying to contain herself.