[And Sif doesn't ask what he has given because she can feel it. Not the way she felt the love she gave, but something small and warm within her. Someone whose fate was not yet made.
She touches her hand to her stomach, but her eyes do not leave him.]
...I will make certain she knows of you. Beyond what they would have her think. That will be my gift to you.
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She touches her hand to her stomach, but her eyes do not leave him.]
...I will make certain she knows of you. Beyond what they would have her think.
That will be my gift to you.
[The only gift she knew she could give him.]