Verity hadn't had an easy time of getting down to the garden but she needed to do it. She couldn't stand to stay in one place for so long anyway and the pregnancy only made it harder. Slowly, she'd begun to accept that sitting at Monty's side wasn't going to wake him up and so she tried reading, researching, and playing with the boys. But today she wanted Theo. She was worried about him.
She didn't know a lot about his relationship with Padma and although she was his wife, she doubted her ability to read him as well as she could. After all, Verity had had their whole lives as practice. Something was undeniably wrong with her best friend and she had a feeling it wasn't about Montague. She didn't doubt how much he cared about her and Monty in relation, but this was personal, she could tell.
When Theo found her in the garden she couldn't help but remember her childhood fairy tales- she used to believe that the garden held some sort of magic of it's own. It was a place where just they existed, where problems could be worked out, and wounds were healed. And always, always when she waited for him here he found her, no matter what. She never knew if the opposite was true- if he ever came here when he needed her. Sure, there were times she'd found him in the garden, but she didn't ask if he ever imagined a secret magic here.
"I'm fine," she told him softly, standing despite gravities revenge on her boublous body. "I'm more worried about you," she explained, reaching down to pet Orthus before taking Theo's hand.