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At his reply she found herself suddenly afflicted by the incredibly rare phenomenon of being lost for words. Was he saying it because he knew there was a safe way or did he simply mean exactly what he said with no further implication? It was also odd how his agreement had the unexpected effect of almost completely curing her of her apprehension, for now anyway. Irrespective of anything else she'd much rather have rid of it, if only it were so simple.

A third option was that he was baiting a trap in an attempt to provoke her until she admitted she was worried about dying. It seemed unlikely but she was unsettled enough that she couldn't help but to entertain the idea if nothing else.

After a very notable delay she finally spoke. Yes, well, it's neither here nor there because it's too late. As snippy and defensive as she sounded she couldn't help but to steal a glance at him hoping to find a clue in his expression as to whether she was correct in her assumption or not. It would be a considerable waste of time and energy at this point and she didn't want to deal with people questioning her fertility any further than they already had, and yet she couldn't completely suppress her curiosity. She couldn't completely block out the temptation to seize upon the possibility if it existed

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