Yrene clutched her cloak to her chest. “I need to be doing something.” The Healer on High patted the railing. “You will, Yrene. Soon enough, you will.” Hafiza ascended the stairs with that, leaving Yrene in the hold amid the stacks of crates. She didn’t tell the Healer on High that she wasn’t entirely sure how much longer she’d be a help—not yet. Hadn’t whispered a word of that doubt to anyone, even Chaol. Yrene’s hand drifted across her abdomen and lingered.
Shes pregnant
