Oh.

That hurts, probably more than either of them would like.

"I hate to admit it, but fear is only sensible. I wish it weren't, but -- "

There's a hesitation in the way she holds herself, then she reaches out to take his hand.

If he'll let her.

"What arrangements? I'll help with that if I can, too."

Planning for your own death is, well.

She thought she'd have to do that, once. And siring an Elder God baby isn't going to be enough to save anyone, not this time.