By her answer, Garmr knows Dior will be nothing like his mother. That this child would be given the gentler nature a mother should give a child. Though he often finds such emotions disgusting, and weakening, he still cannot deny how it had made him feel when Ainaz had said the words to him. Though he doubts she truly feels them, and that it was a means to stay alive, she was still the only one to state it. And while he looks at the swollen mare laying before him, filled to the breaking point with his child, he is sure she only sees him as a brute and a jailor. Never to say those words to him either. But it seemed she wouldn’t hold it against the child who the sire is.


“There is always a first for everything.” he replied, though he knew he would never face such difficulties or pain that she soon would. Garmr would suggest her to seek the comfort of another mare, but the only other one to have foaled before was Druna. And she was as comforting as a cactus on the island she came from. “You aren’t the only one facing this for the first time.” As far as he knew, Ainaz had never had a foal either. But he isn’t sure that would be comforting for her to know or not. “You’ll do fine.” Garmr stated as sure sounding as he had been about the gender of the foal.


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