Tig couldn't understand why he was getting snotty about it but it had consequently put her on the defensive. She got up from her seat so she was on the same level and stared at him, confused as much as she was irritated. "And I might not. I don't want this," she gestured forcibly at her midriff, "but I'll not have you blaming me if you regret it and I'm certainly not as feeble as you seem to think I am!" She mightn't have gotten so annoyed if she didn't feel like he was suggesting that she was fragile. It might be the fashion and the general belief that women were weak but she didn't care to follow that trend.

"If you're really worried about my mortality you should find a way to remove that damned Vow. You're more likely to be the death of me than childbirth!" Now that she was properly taking in what he'd been saying, she was starting to realize that his main objection would seem to be concern. For her. Oh. Her brow unknit itself and her demeanor seemed to soften almost imperceptibly.

That didn't mean he wouldn't hold it against her though. He could still resent her for being unfit for purpose and leading him to that decision. She shouldn't care if he resented her, but it seemed as though she did, she reasoned with herself that it was only because she'd rather have him resent her for her own decisions and not his.

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