[ Once, so pragmatic, and to a degree, pragmatic still. The business of lies has taught him much about words; first and foremost that standing alone, they cannot cut as well as a blade. They must move to be effective, but without a true force behind them — or at least one in sight — they are as useless as waves crashing upon the rocks. So he keeps his place by Alayne's side, unmoved by anything save her sentiments and her heart.
Still, his hand runs circles over that slight swell, chin tipped up so that his gaze can meet hers, smile wavering about his lips. (He cannot deny that her frailty worries him — strong though she is, the birthing of a child is no easy process and the technology on board the ship, being unfamiliar to him, provides little comfort.) ]
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Still, his hand runs circles over that slight swell, chin tipped up so that his gaze can meet hers, smile wavering about his lips. (He cannot deny that her frailty worries him — strong though she is, the birthing of a child is no easy process and the technology on board the ship, being unfamiliar to him, provides little comfort.) ]
Be both, and we may share in that madness.