"Why are you prolonging your agony? Give in, Elina." Damonq's voice was demanding. If she didn't do so, of her own free will, he would have to take over and he didn't want to do that, but she was leaving him no other choice.
'The baby.'
"She needs her strength. The longer this goes on, the less she will have. The less you will have. You'll be drained and so will she."
'I don't want to lose her.'
"The healer is with her. I'm with you and can feel her. Trust me again. You've given yourself to me. Trust me with our child."
The tip of Elina's tongue touched her bottom lip in an effort to moisten it. He took care of the dryness immediately, annoyed he hadn't thought to do it earlier. When the convulsions had started, he had waved his hand to tidy her braid, keeping most of the long length away from her body, knowing the heavy weight would hurt her skin, but he hadn't considered that her raised temperature and the ridding her body of toxins would dehydrate her.
