She.

[ A slight, soft correction. ]

She is a girl, and she will be one of surpassing beauty and surpassing pain.

[ Neither are surprises. ]

She will be an outcast, certainly, but the rest of her life depends on your action. Whether you will accept her, or turn her away.

She will love you.

[ He presses a kiss to the swell of her belly, sweeping the runes away with one hand. And he murmurs a few inaudible words into her skin. ]

My gift is given.

I will take my leave.