There was no need for her to silence him with her hand. When she said the word pregnant, Galad felt all the air in his body fail him. He couldn't have spoken if he'd wanted to. And then, when he gained back the ability to speak, he almost asked if she was sure. If she was sure she was sure. But Felicity wouldn't be telling him if she wasn't absolutely positive.
The implications started hitting him next. What would their parents say? They couldn't hide something like this. The Rubinhart twins were known among the elves to be troublesome - the Wild Hunt being one prime example - but the Bainbridges had cleaned up their dirty secret and it was never talked about again. Would they do that to Felicity? His hands tightened on her arms.
Slowly, like a spreading deep blue shadow, Galad's glamour wore away. He didn't have the thought reserves to keep it up. There was something else he was supposed to do, too. What was it?
Oh, right. Breathe.
Galad almost fell over. The room was spinning and the edges of his vision were going dark. He caught himself before he hit the floor, but stumbled a bit and started to breathe again. Galad held a hand out to her, but was too worried to touch her.
"You're pregnant. You're pregnant!" He'd slipped into the elvan tongue. "Freya take me now." Better the goddess claim his soul than Odin. Either way, Galad was sure his parents were going to kill him. Galad dragged the hand across his face, through his hair, rumpling it in wild directions. "Fuck."