Grace had fallen back into her chair, one hand pressed against her abdomen while the other cupped her mouth. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, because emotions were already high and Noble passing out was not something she's mental prepared for. She choked back and a sob as she watched Ford and mother fuss over him, and all she could do to show her support was reach out and grab the fabric of Ford's jacket, giving it a single squeeze before she dropped her hand back to her stomach. Very quickly the fear and confusion became too much and the tears flowed freely.
"Or - you could give - him - an awakening - potion," Grace hiccupped through her sobs, because that seemed like the route Noble would have wanted them to take. Oh, now she was making it sound like he was dead! Noble wasn't dead, right?
The stream of tears started coming faster.
"Or - you could give - him - an awakening - potion," Grace hiccupped through her sobs, because that seemed like the route Noble would have wanted them to take. Oh, now she was making it sound like he was dead! Noble wasn't dead, right?
The stream of tears started coming faster.
