Charis...
There was silence followed by a long exhale before she asked.
"Are you still there?"
"No, we signed a waiver. We're going home now."
"I'll come. First thing tomorrow. With a healer and a pack doctor."
"Nanny…" I whispered, my voice breaking again. "I can't lose them."
"You won't," she said firmly. "Now listen to me — you trust your body, yes?"
I nodded, tears sliding silently down my cheeks.
"Then don't let those machines convince you otherwise. You're carrying a miracle, Lyla. You've defiled the norm, and no one is going to change that, alright. The babies are fine, okay?"
"Alright."
She exhaled again. "Good. Get some rest tonight. I'll come at first light. And Lyla?"
"Yeah?"
"Be calm, your agitation will affect them."
I turned the phone off and stared ahead, Ramsey's hand tightening on the steering wheel.
"Did she say anything helpful?"
"She's coming with a healer tomorrow. She thinks… she thinks they're still alive."
