She isn't round yet, but in Pevensie has lived for too long to be ignorant. She is pregnant. A life is dawning inside of her, a spark lit and attempting to ignite into a fire. She knows her heart-sister went through this often, bore many children into the world, but it is not even within her lifetime that Pevensie has chosen to follow her sibling. It brings Nezara to the forefront of her mind, because she is apprehensive about the unknown. Scared, even. If ever she needed her sister, it is now, yet it is impossible.
However, she is simply pleased to have found company on the cool night. With a knowing sad frown, Pevensie explores Naitlyn's expression. It is awful to be parted from a child, and Pevensie would know - she has been parted from many. They might not have been her flesh and blood, but she will always love them equally to the one blossoming in her belly.
"I was born in the Falls' too. She will be safe there, don't fret. I have personally pledged to protect it from any harm, and any members of the Deserts who wish to assist me will give their lives to protect her too. There are more dangerous places in Beqanna to be," she says with a reassuring smile, soft and subtle. Her thoughts drift to the 'Gates, a potential target from the Amazonian mares, looking to procure an empire, discontented with their Jungle home.
"And where will you go? Back into the darkness, hiding away from Beqanna?" she asks, cocking her head curiously, "I don't mean it like that... I have spent a long time away from home. In fact, by the time I returned, it was too late,"
