She'd walked through the garden with her mother as well, after flying at the Burrow, after baking with Grandmama, although their garden was simple and small... It had been as lovely, to them...
She swallowed and swiped a hand over her cheek, leaning into the rose's petals for a moment before trying for an answer.
"November. The twenty-fourth or so, but I think it's a guess. Babies come when they're ready, my grandmother says." And a sudden chill came over Lily. She pressed one hand to her mouth. "She said."
She turned from Cassandra as she struggled with emotion that she was sure she shouldn't be having; she shouldn't be upset, or afraid, hadn't Rabastan told her a hundred times that he'd take care of her and things would be perfect?
But a sudden fear had struck. "I don't know how to do this. How to have a baby. My mother should..." A tear slid down her cheek. "She should be here." Lilith fought with the panicky feeling and pushed it down, down into the depths of herself, and managed to breathe, breathe, but oh, it was hard. Hard to pretend to be one of the haughty favoured, when she felt like a scared little girl.
Was a scared little girl.
"Forgive me. This baby turns my emotions into stew sometimes..." She took a step and reached to touch another flower.