Felicity's faith in her people's gods was tolerant at best. She showed her faith as much as she needed but they were never really as big of a part of her life as they were to other elves. She believed out of tradition, not out of faith. And now the gods had given them a child. She couldn't used the word 'cursed' as it seemed horribly inappropriate to place upon a child.
Galad embracing her was welcome and Felicity accepted the kisses, closing her eyes and for a brief moment, she wanted to believe him. It would be alright. Somehow the gods had given them a child and things would work out. But she didn't have strong enough faith to really believe that they could fix this. If this was going to work out, if things were going to be alright, it would be because Felicity and Galad figured out a way to make it right.
"This really is a mess, isn't it?" she asked, caressing his cheek and leaning into him.