To be fair, I rarely came to a family gathering
"It'll be fine, right?" I whispered as quietly as possible, so close to Natha, as we walked toward the plaza.
"I don't believe they'll harm you," Natha replied soothingly. "So it should be fine."
Well of course they wouldn't, but it was endearing that Natha's standard was only around whether or not something would harm me. "But what about the other things?"
They might not harm me, but they might demand that we postpone the marriage, or that I should live here until then in exchange for the conception secret. That was one of the worst-case scenarios we predicted might happen.
"If nothing works, then we'll tell them about Shwa," Natha said, but I could feel the hand holding me go tighter for a second. Just like me, I knew Natha wasn't fond of the idea of telling others about our future child.