Measured Words

"I should have remembered this earlier," Sanadhìl said, passing a ring to Dozilva.

She eyed it dubiously. "Your Ring of Sustenance? It isn't just me that needs rest – it's the baby."

"I'm not suggesting that that you try and rest less... Just that it could be more efficient."

Areka leaned in the doorway, hand resting on her own smaller bump. "I don't think it would hurt."

Dozilva closed her fingers around the ring and smiled at Sanadhìl, resolving to consult a cleric. "Of course you would turn to magic, my love."

He nodded curtly. "I was just trying to help."