It all came crashing down

He frowned at her. She really had been out of it when he had dragged her back to his den. No surprise there after hearing just how badly she had hurt herself from Wylan. “I did. When I pulled you out of the wreckage of my storage room.” He grumbled at her. She ignored his mention of sketchbooks, despite having seen for himself her compulsive need to draw. Scribble. He wondered if that one of Spider was lost now amongst the mess she had made.

“Your… heat. No, not… you know, your yearly…” he blinked, registering the blank look in her expression as he fumbled his words. “Has no one explained conception to you?” he asked in horror. No, please. Anyone but him. “When a woman… reaches adulthood… each season of her birth she… goes into heat… which means she can… bare children.” his cheeks were flaming. He thought he might combust right then and there.


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