Daff had been holding her breath, both in anticipation and to keep from crying. Tears still leaked slowly from the corners of her eyes, but she was hyper aware of setting him off now and managed to keep most of it back. She swiped impatiently at them with both hands before wrapping her arms around herself. At least he wasn't tearing out of the house to confront Noble. It would be... reasonable, but Daff was still terrified of how it would go.

She stilled completely as Elias came up next to her and for the first time since she'd met him, she slid away a little bit, too uncertain to know what to do. If he touched her, she would crumble, was barely keeping it together as it was, and he didn't want that, so she had to keep the distance. Emotions were running high; hers heightened by the pregnancy and his, justifiably intense from the situation, but she was entirely at a loss as to what else she could do. She hadn't found the right words to convince him, even in being honest with him, and so she really was just at the mercy of whatever it was he wanted to do next. She was sorry and she would do better, had put a full stop to any contact with Noble, but Elias had to decide if he wanted to forgive her, which was not a guarantee.

All she could do was nod when he spoke next, looking down to where she ought to see her toes, but only saw the swell of the baby growing inside her. She had to fix this somehow for them, but it would take time, she knew. She hoped she could. It felt like her heart was being squeezed and she would let it bleed dry if she knew it would help the situation, but at the moment nothing was clear on what was coming next.