She watches her, and the admission is filled with a laughter that, in turn, she hadn't felt a need to babble at Magni for some time. They had grown so comfortable with one another.

What was the word even for this? The notion of life that she is making, that they made. "I am happy and scared, I still feel sick. I am relieved. I wish had noticed and could have told you, not a stranger." There isn't one word, she realises. For any of it. But the plainest one: "I am terrified, Magni."