A lot of emotions struck Felicity like a ballista. It? It in her belly? A troublying answer to what "it" could be crossed her mind but no. Absolutely not. Before Felicity could land a strike (if that was even possible with how quickly Lucia was moving), the winter fairy was up in the air and out of reach, which was impressive enough as Felicity was six feet tall. Protect it. Keep it safe. No one will hurt the little one.
Felicity now visibly blanched. She looked around to see if anyone else had heard but she was alone, or somewhat alone as Lucia floated in the air above her.
"Whatever," she said, forcing a laugh, "I'm going to get breakfast." She made quick steps toward the dining hall but her appetite was rapidly decreasing in strength. It was ridiculous. There was no way that . . . Galad hadn't used protection—no, absolutely not.