"Please, as if a Healer like Quylla wouldn't check the babies a hundred times a day just to make sure they are fine." Morok snorted. "As for the names, we are still discussing them. At least officially."
"Between us, I was thinking about suggesting something starting with 'ph', like Phreesia. Quylla still misses her sister dearly and I want to honor Phloria's memory."
"That's unexpectedly thoughtful of you." Lith narrowed his eyes, speaking in between morsels of meat. "Phreesia is a girl name. Are they both girls?"
"A boy and a girl." Morok tutted with pride. "At least I'm beating you at this, Lith. I'm doing in nine months what is going to take you more than two years."
"That's a weird thing to brag about, but okay." Lith shrugged. "What about the boy?"
The question was innocent, yet the Tyrant almost choked on his beer and stared at Lith like he had poisoned his ale.
"What?"
