"She's going to be okay, baby."

I hold Taran on my lap, her face pressed against my shoulder as I cover us. We're on our way back to the Tower. I'm worried about Taran and the baby. She hasn't said a word since our visit to the control room. I shouldn't have let her go, but I'd had no idea what was coming. I thought perhaps her sister was calling in. Had changed her mind about breaking from her Warlord and was requesting Sanctuary with us.

Instead, we'd heard the ...