“It was …” Zechariah chewed the inside cheek.

What was it she said? A few months before Magnus was shot? He dare not say that aloud – it looked bad enough to have her pregnant before wedlock.

“I believe it was still winter?”

Fuck. When did Magnus die again? He was probably in York or London for it. God hope no one questioned that miracle aspect of how Zechariah supposedly impregnated her.

“If it is chemicals – what should be done for her? What about nerves?”