Sera
I grabbed onto her. Both hands on her arm across my chest, gripping hard, and I couldn't make myself let go.
"I'm sorry." I was crying. "I'm so fucking sorry, Mina. I'm sorry. I keep... I keep hurting you and you keep being here and I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you being here."
"Shut up," she said into my back, soft. "Shut up. It's fine."
"It's not fine."
"It is. Shut up. Stop talking."
I couldn't stop. "I used you. I kept you in the dark and I used you and then when I was scared I turned against you and I thought you'd sold me. You. The only person who—"
"Sera." Firm. "I said shut up."
So I shut up. I stood there and held her arm across my chest and cried with my face wrecked and my nose running and absolutely nothing composed about any of it. She held on. We stayed that way until the breathing evened out and the fire had burned down to a lower sound and the guard's shadow had passed the window twice more.
She let go first. Came around to face me. She had been crying too, quietly, the kind she hid well. She wiped her face with the heel of her good hand, quick, annoyed at the tears for existing.
"You're a mess," she said.
"I know."
"Your face is disgusting right now."
"I know."
Her mouth pulled toward a grin. She caught it, pushed it back. Then she let out a long breath.
"You have to tell Fenris."
I blinked. "What?"
"The baby. You have to tell him."
I stared at her. After everything we'd both been through in the last ten minutes, after the ugliest apology in the history of apologies, she was right back to steering.
“But—” I stopped, and swallowed. “You made it clear I couldn’t tell him.”
"Yeah." She held my eyes. "And then I got blamed for it. So. I've had some time to think." She moved the one shoulder. "He should know. That's all I'm saying. He should know."

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