There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away.
Elizabeth failed to hide her flinch as Belial flapped overhead, pulling her shawl tighter to ward off the creature. As an extra precaution, she took another step closer to Deimos, hoping the risk of his wilting stare might discourage the peryton away. She instead focused on imagining the Bank's unruly children taking over the house that now loomed before them. The exterior of the lodging appeared unremarkable, except for the echoed fingerprints smeared across the windowpanes and various toys occupying the window ledges. Her eyes peered through the foggy glass, hoping to steal a glance of the family within. But when nothing stirred, she placed her bundle on the doorstep and stepped back to join Deimos.
Although the Warden didn't elaborate on his answer, Elizabeth sensed that there were multiple worries and factors influencing his opinion on more kids. She could understand his hesitation, however, he didn't appear opposed to the idea. Still curious, she tilted her head. "Ignoring all current circumstances, in a perfect world where everyone is safe and happy, would you want more children?" She didn't think there could be any harm in the question. It wasn't a plan or intention. Just a noncommittal, no-strings-attached hypothetical. Almost like her hypothetical desires to return to her warm fireplace and thaw the strange pebbles occupying her boots.
Elizabeth
