"The Healers say the baby is great. Healthy, I suppose? And it's moving and everything, and I'm certainly gaining weight..." She smiled ruefully. "But I just..." She shrugged. "It's getting closer, time for him-or-her to come, and I'm nervous, I suppose. I wouldn't be so anxious if..."
Lilith let out a breath. Rabastan wasn't here to ground her. To calm her. She wasn't home and wouldn't ever be. She squeezed Katherine's hand in response, and hoped she wouldn't mind that she couldn't help holding it for a little longer than strictly necessary.
"I don't care what colour they are, as long as there's something warm." Her grandmother would have knitted dozens of things by now, and her mother would have shopped for everything she needed if she hadn't been so far away, or they hadn't been gone...
Lilith blinked, shaking her head. "I loved my elf, and she knew so much about babies..." A warm tear slid down her cheek, followed by another and another, and Lilith bit her lip trying to stop the trembling. "But I'd rather have my mother...