As Oswin elaborated on the status of her pregnancy, Róisín was left to hum in agreement without being able to offer any insight or comfort. She'd seen her mother cycle through pregnancy often enough to understand the gist of the process, but she had always abandoned any notion of following in her footsteps. The thought of finding someone she trusted enough to sire a child for her was daunting enough, considering every single male in her life had abandoned her in some way or fashion. But that wasn't even taking the .... act or the subsequent birth into account, both of which equally terrified her for the loss of control they represented.

Róisín softened as they began to speak of Oswald, and she had opened her mouth to murmur some anecdote about how she'd seen him coming back with Saul, both of them carrying flowers not so long ago. Oswin's next words erased that thought, however, and left the dun girl's mouth to snap shut before she said something she would regret. Her gaze cut immediately away from the splashed mare and she desperately tried to find something to hold her gaze, anything to avoid thinking of sweet little Ozzie growing up to be like Tyr.

Anything.

"I see." She tried for neutrality, but the words were strained and she still hadn't looked back toward her superior yet, not trusting her expression to stay civil. Róisín knew that the Lagoon men had claimed to want to do better, that they were 'trying to change,' at least on paper. But she'd gotten the same icky, stomach-dropping feeling the last time she'd seen Tyr that she had the first time she'd been forced to the Lagoon at his whim.

No matter how much they all wanted change, the Peak could not forcibly change the hearts of men. Much less a man who had spent his entire life taking and doing as he pleased without a single thought for the lives that he terrorized.

"There's a whole world out there, if the Peak isn't to his liking." She murmured after a pause that was very obviously too long, her words ever so carefully arranged. "Atlantis. Tinuvel. Luthien." Róisín listed each island, even though she knew Oswin knew them all as well as she did. "Even Salem." Even Salem had to be better for him than hardening his heart to be like Tyr.

But she couldn't say that so plainly. Not without implying that Oswin was making a mistake.

"Anyway," she said with a clearing of her throat. "I'd be happy to take him to any of those places if he wants a tour guide. My family is due back to Tinuvel any day, and I have a pretty good grasp of Atlantis, too. I know a few cool places I'd love to show him."