Riptide

Aftermath

"I told you it would be fine." He chuckles as he embraces her. He humors a chaste smile, but she does not seem to notice as she breaks from his hold.

"Camara--"

Before he can reach out to her, she turns on him with the speed of a devil hound. Eyes ablaze and boring holes directly into his own. Despite standing over a foot taller than his wife, he still shrinks slightly upon himself.

"Do you have any idea how scared I was? For you? For us? You can't just do dumb shit like that!" She continues to advance upon him, the ire in her eyes growing with each question. "I mean, what would I do? You can't just--" 

Her hand flies towards her stomach just as a grimace flashes across her face. Aimlessly, she reaches out to brace herself, finding purchase in the rough palm of Brukros. Camara begrudgingly accepts his assistance and the silence that follows. She knows that her husband means no harm even if he can be quite audacious at times. A part of her knows that they would be able to complete the mission as they always had and yet still, apprehension has gripped her body every time they've accepted a new mission.

She tries to brush it off as instincts to protect their unborn child, but there seems to be another aspect that she can't seem to voice.

"Love, I promise once we've paid these debts we'll be able to settle down and raise her. Properly." Brukros sing songs as he pulls her close to his side. One hand rubbing circles onto her back as the other lays carefully over her stomach. Camara attempts to settle into the gentle embrace, to sink into what might assuage her fears and keep her safe from hypothetical what-ifs.

It would be a pleasing delusion, but one that does not come easily enough.

"I know."