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Ingwion cupped her cheek with his hand and stroked her soft skin.

“If it is but a dream… I wish never to wake up. You are my song, my life, my light. I can suffer if it will make you feel better, so don’t think your suffering only for yourself. Talk to me. Hold me close. And I will be here for you, always.”

She laughed quietly, his kind words always higher praise than she deserved. “I don’t want you to suffer,” she assured him, reaching again for the cloth to begin to clean herself quickly. “I hope not to suffer too greatly this time, and I hope the birth shall be easier too.”

She fell silent for a moment, wondering whether to tell him of the complications of the twins’ birth, but decided against it. He would just worry about it. “And now we just wait.”