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“ Should I worry she’ll have outgrown me the next time I see her? ” A laugh played around the lips of the lady of Perranth, glittering eyes peering at the toddler, grown so much already, peeking around her mother’s skirts at her. It hadn’t felt like three years since she’d hatched that plan, since the two of them, along with Dorian, had stood atop that tower and had healed Erilea from the darkest stain in its history. And yet it had been. The only slight curve of her belly, only faintly visible for any keen eye through the wool of her cloak, a testimony to the time that had passed. The laugh in her heart, on her face, a reminder.
“ I thought I’d come to see the Torre --- and you and Chaol, and the little one. ” She’d left Lorcan behind, much to his chagrin, though she’d insisted that her being with child didn’t mean he’d have to practically carry her everywhere. And he, as lord of Perranth, had business to attend to, in her absence.