Felicity knew that Galad didn't really mean it. The two, despite their complaints about elven society, still felt a strong connection to it and to who they were. Being an elf wasn't just pointy ears and the physiological traits. It was more than that. She let out a small laugh and took another piece of danish into her mouth, chewing it before she tore off another piece and offered it to him.
"It would be nice to have more time away," she admitted, "but we're lucky things worked out this way already. Sometimes it's better to follow the rules, even if it's hard." That was always something that she was more likely to do. Felicity would bend the rules to her liking but she functioned within them. Galad and Gil had made an art of breaking them in the most fantastic ways.
She leaned against him, eating another bite, "We could run until after the baby is born though." She wasn't being serious but the thought sounded enticing. Felicity returning to school without the long stares and whispers that would follow in her wake. She hated that this was starting to bother her. She glanced down at her belly.
"I'm only going to get bigger." She hadn't realized she said it aloud.