[The breath Constance lets out is above all else relieved - it's a solution that crossed her mind as well, but she'd never be the one to suggest it... or, well, maybe she would have, if it had turned out there was no breast milk substitute available.]
I think that's a good choice to make, Your Majesty. Your son still needs that, and no matter what substitute we would find here... I know it's not the done thing, but here, no one will speak against it. [She gives Anne a small, encouraging smile, reaching for her hand. She may not know much about breastfeeding, but she'll be here for you for support as always.]