'Yeah, about that,' Morag frowned. 'Heather said I should stay out of fighting types of situations. She said some of the spells that might be cast could be hazardous to the baby....' Morag looked up at Antonin, the frown still on her face. 'She says I can still do things as long as I don't overdo. But I think I've already lost my edge. Walking to town was really a chore,' she had to admit, but making a face to indicate she wasn't happy about admitting it.
She gave him a frank appraisal. 'You would look better, I think. It clashes with my hair frightfully....' Then she giggled.