Under the table

At least they both still had one thing in common, even if Rhysand would not be able to bring himself to love the child… Since, as of now, they were both still unsure of whether this was actually happening or not. All the signs were there, and she knew them well enough for the fact that she had seen this happen in so many other women in the tribe, but never with her. She had felt awfully sick ever since they arrived in the underwater city that was called Lythrania, but she blamed it on the rough journey overseas, even when it seemed to continue for a couple more weeks. So, maybe it had been homesickness? Or possibly the fact that she missed direct sunlight so far beneath the surface of the water. Because while Rhysand certainly seemed to enjoy himself here, she clearly did not.

Her hands softly moved over the roundness of her belly as she turned herself sideways to the mirror, bundling up her nightgown to look. She could hardly believe it as she had called the man who confirmed it a liar possibly a million times over. But she could not deny that she had gained some weight, and that her belly continued to grow rounder each day. So, maybe it was really a miracle that had happened? Maybe her deity had not yet fully abandoned her, finally granting her the possibility to create a new life, even after the many mistakes that she made. Giving her one chance to redeem herself, once and for all.

And maybe, somewhere deep down, the idea was also softly settling in. She took a deep breath before showing a tiny hint of a smile on her face. Closing her eyes and letting a single teardrop roll over her cheek. If this really was a gift from her deity, she would take it with both hands and never take it for granted. She would love and adore this child, treating it like the most precious thing in the world, either with Rhysand by her side, or on her own. Because if he truly wanted to abandon this child, she would not try to stop him. She did not need him if he would not even care about it. Sarya knew she would be very capable of raising this child without his help, but, of course, she would appreciate it if he decided he wanted to be involved in some type of way.

Before she allowed it to fully settle in, however, the fear that she was only imagining things fully grabbed her by the throat again, making her wipe the tear from her face as she turned away from the mirror and decided to get dressed. There was maybe only one way to find out if this was even possible. Moping around all day, laying in bed would not help her now. She had to at least try to get some more answers and since there were no sisters she could rely on in this place, the woman decided to find it in herself to seek out moon elves who were specialized in healing, hoping they might help her. Normally, she was very skeptic about any type information from outside of her trusted circle in Zahriyah, but she had no other choice this time then to at least try to understand the methods and wisdoms found in this place.

After asking around a couple of times, she heard about someone who seemed to have been called here to care for one of the Vylasar family members, so she supposed he had to be good. Oh, and how lucky she was to also fall under the care of some Vylasar who was, supposedly, a good friend of Rhysand. The mysterious one he seemed to be too secretive about. Either way, she found the place of this healer moon elf, knocking impatiently a couple of times on the front door before turning around to keep an eye on the surroundings. As she could never not be careful.