He took a deep breath and released it slowly. Pictured her slender body heavy with his child. It stirred an ache fiercer than anything he'd thought possible. And while it could never be, he couldn't help the brief wish for humanity. For the chance.
"Did you want children?" he asked softly.
She swung away, but not before he caught the glimmer of moisture on her eyelashes. "No. Yes." She made a helpless gesture with her hand. "I don't know. It's something I never really thought about until you came along."
"I'm sorry."
She crossed her arms and walked on. "Don't be. You made me a thrall to save me from Flinch."
"No," he corrected gently. "I made you a thrall because I love you and couldn't bear the thought of losing you."
She glanced at him. Tears still gleamed faintly in her wonderful eyes, but a smile touched her lips. "First time you've actually admitted that, you know."
"You knew how I felt. You have always known."