And the way the sword reacted.
But now worry was drawn to his mind, worry that his wounded and tired wife was about to fight her sister. To the death, as well, he had no doubt.
"Gem," he murmured once again, black orbs peeled against her with worry "don't hurt yourself any more, please..."
But he knew her honour would not allow her to step aside and allow someone else to deal with her. She would, as she always had, soldier on. She was the true Queen of her people, in the way she acted in everyway.
But then his eyes darted to the bloated stomachs, rounded fully to welcome children into their void and he growled under his breath.
"Do not harm our children Gem," he said softly "or I will not stop to jump in the middle and take a strike for you."