He stroked it back, away from her face and sighed. "We will mate," he said. "And we are going to make a home. And we'll… subsequently we may have children."
Her cheeks pinked, but she nodded. "Yes. So?"
Tryson swallowed. "I do not recognize what I'm passing on, Sash. I do not even be aware of what I am. Our child… they ought to be damned. They could be malformed. They could… any quantity of matters ought to go wrong. If I'm right, I've by no means correctly had offspring. There's no way to know—"
"Never?" she asked, shocked. "I thinking that was the whole point of all this mating?"
He nodded sadly. "It was. But there is been no success if the data I noticed are real. They do not recognize if it is because I haven't tried sufficient with the proper females, or what. But it seems that s
