Marcie took a few deep breaths, with him pressed so close to her. "I was sixteen," she repeated, clinging to the blanket around her. "My boyfriend convinced me it'd be fine. It wasn't. He dumped me and then the whole school called me a slut behind my back. I was going to keep it, it was... but I lost it at four months anyway. So I know how much fucking scary shit there is in there. She might be a five-thousand year old goddess but the thought of losing your baby is still fucking terrifying." She closed her eyes for a moment against an unexpected swell of emotion at telling Tragos this, her secret shame. His hand was still on her face, and she turned towards it fir reassurance.