Early morning
She stifled a sob at his reassurances, both that she was not alone and that her child was doing well. The entire time with Methos, she'd felt terrified, her entire body coiled tight with tension and fear that had yet to fully dissipate. Ella was mentally and physically exhausted, but still she tried to be strong for her husband's sake. Kit had been so worried for her that she did not wish to cause him more worry.
It took her a few moments before she gathered herself once more and discreetly - or as discreetly as she was able - wiped away the tears that had managed to fall.
"You have always provided me great comfort, my lord," Ella replied, her voice shaking only slightly. "The first night, the storm? I knew that someone was looking for us, that we would be rescued in time." She was suspicious that the following days of perfectly clear, comfortable weather had been his doing as well. "And now you provide me more comfort with news of my son." Though she didn't know for certain, she was convinced that the child within her was Maximillian.