It was oddly reassuring, how well he could read her. She grinned a little, despite the topic. "Oooh, a moat. Very posh." Nina titled her head back a little thoughtfully. "Go on, get cracking then." She gave him a little shove, as if he ought to move on, though she didn't really mean it. "But you're right. It'll hold." She took a breath trying to sound sure of it.
"Mm. Right." Nina laughed a little, she could as a matter of fact remember it perfectly. Well, not the actual it, it. But she could remember the pure rush of relief that they hadn't killed one another, that it was all quite the opposite, their wolves were a pair as much as they were. And then she'd found out she was pregnant.
"I was so worried." Nina said softly reflecting a moment; that something would be wrong, that the baby wouldn't survive the transformation, the train. That she'd be like them, a wolf too. Most of all about being a mother. "And now look at her. " Nina motioned to their daughter, she couldn't imagine their life without her. She was a bright light, in what was sometimes a rather dark place. She lit up George too, something she never tired to see.
Still it didn't quite lead her to George's thoughts. She titled her gaze toward him. "Really?" She'd been a little caught off guard.