"Anything for you, my heart. Anything, as long as you won't leave me here," he murmured, clutching her hand between both of his because he couldn't hold her body anymore, not when she was in so much pain and her blood had pooled around her, soaking into the ground, into his knees, into everything around them.
"I can't promise to stay, Rohan, even though... I want to." She whispered through the intense pain that seemed to be eating inside her body, and then she asked her favor before she would be taken away. "Can you lift the baby and tell me what gender it is? I want... to know."
Rohan finally looked away from her eyes to the whimpering little being clutched against her chest with her other hand, her blood already soaking through the fabric around the baby. Eager to please her and to grant her any wish, Rohan released her hand and slowly lowered his hand to the small infant that hiccuped and began to cry as he lifted it up and cuddled it in one of his trembling arms.
