"He'd better not give you trouble about it," Inej says, quiet but not particularly threatening. There's no need to be. This is a holy time, something soft and sacred, the conception of a child.

Inej is consumed with anguish and jealousy, but that's for her to work through, not Nina. She pours herself her own glass of tea and smiles.

"You'll have me, no matter what," she assures. "You would always have me no matter what."