Klaire took a good while to recover, the feeling of losing a baby indescribable beyond "worse than anything she could have imagined", yet she also felt the fever eating away at her body and mind at the same time.
Faylorna continued to stroke her hair. "You should be more careful Klaire. I have suffered every pain a woman can suffer, most of which are pains no one should experience."
"Is that what will happen if I get pregnant right now, because I don't have the necessary divinity?"
Faylorna answered with a tilted head, confused as to why Klaire was speaking in the old tongue. "No dear, the baby would drain your entire supply daily and have their limits determined by that, they only require that level of divinity to mature."
"Good, I don't know if I could let Carl touch me if that was the danger."
"Well, I'm glad you're feeling better, but why are you speaking the old tongue? I thought you hated speaking it?"
