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The morning sickness was starting to ease a bit, or at least she seemed to be getting over it faster. Things had been difficult for the past few weeks, which meant she'd stayed mostly in her rooms except when Samael tempted her to the cabin. It seemed to be stabilizing some, and for that she was grateful. This whole pregnancy business was hard enough without the additional emotional upheavals.

She still needed a nap most afternoons, which worked well enough since Samael had things to attend to, but by the early evenings she was doing better. This particular evening she had ventured downstairs to the library in search of Samael and some diversion. Midir had been there and kept her entertained with stories of the Sidhe, helping her find books on his people and then having a grand time telling her every single point where the stories got it wrong.

She'd exhausted what she knew of the Dea al Mon in their first conversation, but she reciprocated with stories of the Blood and if Daemon had told him some of them already, he was polite enough not to mention it. He took his leave after an hour or so to go find Keelia and Michael for dinner, and she curled up on one of the couches with the book he'd recommended as not being too inaccurate, deciding to wait there until Samael got home.