"...Only if our worlds are safe. No matter who finds their way to our hearts before that day, I will not be a mother. It would be too much of a risk." Era is firm on this, though her tone holds regret.

"...I would like to have a school built. One that is a home for those who have none. With the connections I have it would be the safest of places for children."

It's something she's thought about idly for the past few years, whenever she encountered an orphan who could have used such a place. It would be a good compromise.

"And if the future ever permits it, I wish to bear a child. Your child. This body has taken countless lives... I would like the chance to give life for once," she whispers her admittance. "To use my body to create, not destroy. To nurture. To feel a new soul blossom within me..."

Era squirms ever so slightly, a faint shudder of delight coursing through her. She presses her hand more firmly against the flat of her abdomen.

"...For my womb to grow heavy with child. For my breasts to swell with milk. For everyone to see at a glance that I am yours in every way. That I've entrusted myself to you so wholly and completely that I've given my body to your child." Her voice lowers, and it's evident she is unfairly turned on by this. "Our child."