Feelings
Forty-Three: Lyra
As we walk away from Andre and Lyra’s tent the people are cheering around us. Clay leads me to the fire in front of our tent and sits down pulling me onto his lap. I smile wrapping my arms around him. “You were magnificent in there you know.” I snuggle my face into the cruck of his neck. “No, I just did what needed to be done. You would have done the same.” I say breathing him in. I feel him shaking his head no. “No, not me. I have never delivered any babies before.” I pull back to look at him. “How is that possible?” I ask really wondering how it was he spent his life being a healer but has never delivered a baby before.
“Tabby was the first pregnant female I had even seen. At least until we came here.” He says looking at me. “You see Lyra, in the Queens gro
