She'd meant both, truth be told. A put-down toward herself and rationalising how open she was about her own life in a situation that may have been less than appropriate. "Ah, but I am doing it by myself," she said with a wry smile, looping her arm in his. "I'm all right with that, Charlie. I am. Plenty of people raise babies on their own all the time. And I'll have plenty of help anyway, from my parents and from your family and the Order. The poor boy will have so many relatives he'll go bankrupt every Christmas buying everyone gifts. I wouldn't have it any other way."
It did mean something coming from him. As little as they'd kept in touch over the years, they were still mates, and she loved him and his family. A little distance wasn't going to change that.
She looped her arm in his and leaned against him as they walked. "It's a rough spot, Charlie, that's all. We all make mistakes in our lives, don't we? This was one of mine. Not the baby, but the rest of it. That it's in the middle of a war doesn't help, but things have a way of working themselves out. I'll be fine, and so will my little monster. I'm not worried. Just scared about making it through to the part where everything's okay again. We don't have to talk about it. Let's chat about something happier, shall we?"