She felt his hand guiding her up after her admittance and sort of dread settled in. Something about being scolded by her ladies-in-waiting was one thing, but if she was about to get a talking to by Brád? That was one she’d rather avoid. Nevertheless, her eyes found his and she braced, waiting for whatever he had to say…and it ended up being a plea for a promise. Eat better for their child. It wasn’t as though she’d been willfully trying to make herself sick. Maria may have thought that child was Ivor’s and it may have had her less than happy about the life she now carried, but she wasn’t intentionally trying not to eat; nothing tasted good to her, plain and simple.<br/><br/>But she’d try. For him, she’d try.<br/><br/>His kiss put the last of her fears to rest, relaxing against him as he started to speak of his time with the brothers. The twins she genuinely liked. Maybe had the situation been different, she could have seen herself happily spending time with them, not merely as a distraction from the rest of the world, but actively spend time with them. They’d been nice to her since she’d gotten there, showing her around, keeping her company…Or they had. Now it wasn’t nearly as often as she’d liked, but perhaps it was better that way. Now, Brádach had brothers he could spend time with and take under his wing, people that gave him a purpose outside of spiriting about in the shadows wherever she was.<br/><br/>Her relaxation was, however, short-lived. The moment talk of exploiting weaknesses was mentioned, she sat up and looked at him with a furrowed brow, worry clear in her eyes as her head started to shake. “What…what’re you talking about? What later is there that this trip will be useful for? What end are you speaking of? ‘I know that in the end it will come down to either him or my love for you’? My fate’s all but sealed here…How is there anything that this trip could help with?”<br/><br/>Expression darkening, she lay down next to him, staring up at the canopy over her bed. “You’re going to get yourself killed…”