Morag took a deep breath and let Heather do her work, watching her face anxiously in case she found something wrong. When Heather said the baby was fine, Morag felt the tension leave her body and for a moment she lay against the table with her eyes closed.
She immediately tried to think of ways she could still fight without using magic, but it probably wasn't the spells that she would use that were dangerous so much as the ones that might be used against her, and she couldn't control that. She toyed with the idea of spell resistant armor, but that would have to be constantly expanded to fit her, she thought.
She and Antonin were going to have to discuss this, she decided.
Morag thought for a moment. 'Maybe I should wait for Antonin?' she mused aloud. She bit her lip. 'But I do want to know....' she told herself. 'But....'