[If Riza had any inkling of the thoughts swirling inside Sieglinde's mind right now, no doubt she would have bolted up out of her chair and made a run for it. (She's pragmatic and even-keeled most days to be sure, but a woman can only take so much questioning into her personal life, especially from a twelve year old.) Even without being privy to those thoughts, she finds herself frazzled enough to snap back and put an end to this particular line of discussion.]
I died, Sieglinde. A few days ago.
[Her breath catches, then releases in a sharp exhale. She sags visibly, head bowing down enough that strands of her hair fall past her shoulders, obscuring her face.]
i rly cannot
I died, Sieglinde. A few days ago.
[Her breath catches, then releases in a sharp exhale. She sags visibly, head bowing down enough that strands of her hair fall past her shoulders, obscuring her face.]
I'm not pregnant.