Chapter Forty Five: 'no external forces shall intrude, and it is best we keep them out.'
Commiserate(vb): to feel or express sympathy, sorrow or pity for someone else's suffering or unhappiness.
Strangeness was definitely a feeling that Lorraine had in her stomach as she felt it undergo light twists and quivers. The feeling was not from fear, but it undisturbed her, calling for her attention. Her hands went straight for her midsection, rubbing it lightly and as subtly as possible.
"Are you hungry, princess?" Levigan asked her as he noticed the desperation in the hold she had on her belly. Her face was hiding a grimace that begged to be shown and her sudden silence only added to the idea that she was not fine.
Lorraine nodded her head bashfully, she could have not been more glad to hea
