At his touch, as if by magic, the tension in Gwendolyn’s body relaxed. She turned her cheek to press into Cameron’s gentle strokes down her face, her eyes closing. She agreed with him— it would make certain aspects of their lives easier if certain personnel were privy to their relationship.<br/><br/>“Ah,” she looked up at him, surprised but thoughtful. “I hadn’t considered a cleric. I already planned to inform Leticia.” She knew the woman, as loyal to the Aumari family as much as Cameron was, would not speak a word. After all of her time in the castle, the elderly chambermaid was sure to hardly blink at the news. But, swept up in all of their passions, Gwendolyn hardly had the time to consider the risk of carrying Cameron’s child.<br/><br/>She cleared her throat at the thought of it— a child that had his smile and her hair. She tried not to think too much of it; tried not to let herself want for it. What a joy it would have been though, to carry his child— their child.	“You are wise... I suppose carrying a child is the last thing either of us need at the moment.” They’d have to think more on who to find— she didn’t want to bother the Fens. They had more important things to worry themselves with.