She laughs at the way he says it, then gives him a fond smile. "Neither of us have been avoiding it happening. I don't think I'm pregnant, but it's another week before I'd even notice anything anyway."
Cora sighs, rubbing at her eyes again, then she pushes the chair across from her out with her toe and nods toward it. When he's seated, her fingers fiddle with the hem of his sleeve.
"I had a weird feeling about Ira. Like, the feeling we had when Miles came to us. And when I touched her hand, I saw the future, and the past, and the present. She could too. And in a future, I don't know if it's the only future or what... I was pregnant." She pauses, pondering if she should tell him the rest, and she does. "And you had a hand on my stomach and clearly it was yours." Her eyes had been on her fingers as they twisted the fabric around and released, over and over, but they lift to his face now.
"So. We've not been careful. I don't want to start trying to make something happen, but I don't really care to be.. careful." Her eyebrow quirks, eyes slightly narrowed, slightly worried he'd up and leave. "And, hey, if it does happen and you'd want me around, I'm not opposed to living on a ship awhile."