Adira crosses his arms. "Okay."
She puckers her lips, creasing her forehead. Didn't he agree too quickly?
"You are not going to leave me, right?" He speaks slowly, stressing each word. "You promised me last night."
She gives him a nod. That's true. Promises can't be broken easily in this world, especially if it's spoken by a Renasir.
Since she gets angry easily and he doesn't understand why it's like this, he's not going to bother arguing with her. It makes things worse anyway. He takes slow steps toward her, not wanting to agitate her further. She hasn't realized what it means to carry a god's child. He has so much work to do -- preparing the wedding, preparing a room for their first child, and whatnot. Maybe he should consult with the dragon god. His friend had more than three dozen children.
"What are you doing?" She scowls at him when he carries her in his arms suddenly.
