Swallowing, Verity gripped the arms of the chair and tried very hard to get it the fuck together. She could feel that she was on the very edge of a massive breakdown, her head was spinning and she fluctuated between wanting to curl up and cry and throw things. Neither of which would help the situation any. After she'd cried herself out or thrown everything she could get her hands on, she'd still be...
"Merlin fuck," she breathed. At Hestia's words, her breath hitched in her throat. None of those seemed like things she could do. She couldn't imagine raising a child, but nor could she imagine carrying a child and then... abandoning it. There was something about the thought of ending it that didn't quite sit right with her. But of the three, it was the only option that seemed to make any kind of sense. The preferable choice would've obviously been to have it not have happened at all, but clearly that was a wish that wasn't going to get granted.
She took another breath and spoke without raising her head to meet Hestia's gaze. "Can I... do you have pamphlets?"