"You're going to stay longer this time, aren't you?" Tiralein looked at me with sparkling, expectant eyes when I was about to finish my breakfast.
But unfortunately for her, I shook my head. "I can't, Grandma. I have a wedding in twenty days."
"Oh..." she sighed. "Can't you do your isolation time here, then?"
"I can't do my fitting then."
"Haa..."
I laughed at the Chief who didn't even bother to maintain her facial expression in the safety of her daughter's home. "Later, Grandma," I patted her hand. "I might need a long rest after...conceiving."
"Oh, my..." the Scribe blushed slightly, and Tiralein laughed, pinching my chin lightly--I guessed that ran in the family, huh? "Of course, you should take a rest here," she nodded. "The Queen had to lie in bed for a while after her first pregnancy."
"I won't carry it in my belly, though..."
"Still..."