Sansa pov

'I thought you'd be here', Amaryllis cried.

Sansa turned away from Olenna to see her friend approaching. When the blond girl saw she'd interrupted a conversation of the Queen of Thorns, she paled to the colour of a heart tree.

'Well, on with it then. What do you need her for?' Olenna demanded to know.

'I uhm I-'

'You, yes, you', Olenna said. 'Are you simple?'

'Lady Olenna, please', Sansa pleaded, giving the woman a glance telling her to have some pity. The woman rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

'Uhm… Lady Leonette… well…'

'There's nothing wrong with her, right?' Sansa asked. It was way too long after birth for childbed fever to set in, right? What could have happened during the small hour since she left the courtyard?

'She's crying.'

'Well, on with you', Olenna said to Sansa. 'Take her', she said to Amaryllis.

Sansa did a quick curtsy and followed her friend away.

'Oh by the gods, she remains terrifying', Amaryllis whispered once they were some feet away.

'I know, I'm still having some hard time interpreting her as well', Sansa confessed. 'I think she means well but she's very… blunt.'

'And impatient', Amaryllis said, throwing a quick look over her shoulder to check whether the old woman wasn't following them to overhear their conversation.

'Why is she crying, and where?'

'Well, I was doing her chambers and the nurse was taking care of the babe when she stormed in with some letters in her hands.'

'Oh no', Sansa said. It was to be expected now that her brother had left, she'd already been crying before his departure.

'I know it's not my place but –'

'Amaryllis', Sansa paused and turned towards her. They were standing in an empty corridor. It was safe. 'You're my friend. We can talk. Please. It's not fair if I take your friendship but don't offer you liberty to talk in return.'

'She's changed since before she left for King's Landing. This isn't just growing up. I wonder if it's healthy.'

'It's not, probably', Sansa replied. She checked the corridor again.

'I think it's normal after losing your husband, and she's trying not to be sad. But… Well. Aside from Chrysan she has little to be happy about. We're at the brink of war and her brother has gone off as well.'

'And her child is…'Amaryllis said, wrapping her arms around herself.

'She adores the child', Sansa said. 'It's everyone's reaction she fears. People don't… treat people like him nicely.'

'But what is the plan? Hide him for as long as possible and then what? Say he lost his hand while bravely practicing his swordsmanship at the age of three? She'll be able to hide it as long as he's a babe but when he starts walking and playing with other children that'll end.'

'I know, we're not deliberately planning on hiding him forever. But right now he's not even a month old. Leonette deserved some time to let it all sink in and think about it.'

Amaryllis nodded. 'Certainly. I can't be easy, such a decision, and then with her brother and mother leaving.'

'I did send your question along with Ser Raymas, about Garther. I added a plea to keep him in the back.'

'Oh, oh thank you', Amaryllis said. She turned towards Sansa and took her hand. 'Truly, I'm grateful. I know it's not easy to ask such a thing. I imagine if everyone asked that of theirI imagine if everyone asked that of the sergeants and generals no war could be fought but… he's… He is my…'

Sansa folded her free hand around their joined ones.

'Hey, what's the point of friends in high places, if you can't use them to get out of sticky situations?'

It was what Sansa would have wanted someone to do for her. But everyone had just been a bystander to her misery, aside from those wanting to profit off of her, like Littlefinger.

'But you have so much on your mind all the time, running to and fro, arranging things… Feeling ill. About that, how are you feeling right now?'

'Bit better today', Sansa smiled.

'Hasn't it been quite a while now though? It started over two months ago, no?'

'It did.'

'Have you talked to the maester already? When is it…'

'Right at the start of the fifth month next year', Sansa smiled.

'That's in… under seven months!' Amaryllis said, her mouth dropping open. Sansa nodded fervently.

'I know.'

She couldn't help but smile at her friend. There were all these practical problems like winter and politics that could affect her pregnancy but somehow, she felt this inner confidence that no matter what, the baby would come. She couldn't envision a peaceful future yet, or even herself as a mother settled into a peaceful life, like her mother had been as long as she remembered. But the baby was something that existed in Sansa's head as something detached from politics and the horrors of a world run over by Others. The baby existed in a vacuum, perfect, healthy and happy.

'You'll be showing soon. Most start around this time, or in a couple of weeks. Seen many a girl suddenly shifting to looser dresses. But just the switch of dress styles got people talking', Amaryllis said.

'Well, it is fortunate I already started wearing dresses that weren't tight around the stomach region almost two months ago', Sansa smiled.

'You're a cunning little thing. Did anyone tell you that, how clever you are? You started wearing them at the same time as Lady Leonette when you were hardly pregnant. Now no one will be able to tell when you started showing or when the baby is due.'

'Actually, I've been called silly and stupid quite a few times', Sansa smirked.

'Well, whoever those dumb shits were, they were clearly too stupid to perceive it. You tricked all of Highgarden for months, arranged so much that helped us, and now this', Amaryllis said. She halted in front of Leonette's door.

Dumb shits. Sansa replayed the amazing profane words in her head. Back when Joffrey had her beaten in that hall, after her stupid judgement resulted in her father losing his head, she'd never believed she'd ever be smarter than any of them. But she was the one who was alive today, a lady happily married and powerful. And they, the dumb shits? All dead.

Save for one.

And Cersei, you're next.

Sansa nodded at Amaryllis' questioning gaze. The door was opened.

To Sansa's relief, there was no crying. Instead, the inside of the room was filled with peaceful harp music and a high hoarse singing voice. Leonette was sitting beside Chrysans crib with her instrument.

'Hush, my rose Still,
and look at the moon tonight Do you see the shadows there?
This world is full of twisty frights And spooks who love to scare
Feel how the wind blows through your bones See the treetops shake and
shiver Just like the wind, we take to flight And make the grown men quiver
There is magic inside of you. Hush, my rose.'

'Leo?'

She tucked her dark curls behind her ear and rose from her chair.

'A lullaby from Cider Hall', Leonette explained.

'It was beautiful', Sansa and Amaryllis said simultaneously.

'I thought I'd check on you after, well', Sansa said, nodding at one of Leonette's windows that showed the harbour in the distance. Leonette needn't know Amaryllis had fetched her. She would guess, probably, but she didn't need to be affronted by Sansa pointing out she knew.

'Thank you. Well, Chrysan is sleeping. We can go to my solar? Well, calling it a solar is a big stretch.'

It was indeed a stretch. Leonette led them to a small side room. The tiles on the ground a beautiful mosaic of blue, red and black, the walls a warm inviting wood with a stone fireplace in the middle of one, and the fourth wall existed only of windows looking out over the grounds. No more than six people would be able to sit in it without the room becoming cramped. On the wooden table in the middle of the room laid two letters.

The two letters of Axel, Sansa assumed. Leonette didn't address them and instead poured everyone a glass of red wine before sitting down.

'He wrote a letter for Chrysan', Leonette explained.

Sansa only felt a bit of shame that Leonette directly started talking about the topic.

'In case he would die. It explains why he married me, that he has faith in him, and has, well… it has some advice that I imagine fathers would give their eldest sons when…' Leonette swallowed. 'When they don't have the time to raise them but do have the time to say goodbye.'

Leonette grimaced, twisting the glass in her hands.

'Now I'm lady of two keeps I never set foot in.'

'You will, eventually', Sansa said. 'But right now, I'm glad you're here, with us.'

Sansa reached out to her. Leonette smiled, lifting one hand from her glass and taking hold of Sansa's offered hand.

'I'm glad to be with you as well. This feels as much like home as my home ever did.'

'And you'll always have a home here', Sansa offered.

'I know. Thank you.'

Leonette's warm brown eyes shone with gratefulness.

'Oh! But there's something I've been meaning to ask Willas. Could you pass it along?'

'If I can know what it is about', Sansa teased.

'Sure. I've come together with some midwives. And we had talks about birth and everything, looking for shared experiences. And we comprised a list of situations in which children and or mothers frequently died around the time of birth, due to no condition that has been described by the Citadel. If they could look into it. Find out why it happens, that would be a great help.'

'Oh sure.'

'You can read it, if you want', Leonette invited as she rose to fetch the scroll. 'But I don't think it's for the best if you read it fully.'

'Why?'

'Well, we don't know the reasons, and it may stress you a lot because it's a possible outcome and you don't have a way to avoid it.'

'Still,' Sansa said, accepting the scroll, 'knowledge is always useful.'

Sansa found her way to Willas' solar sometime later. He was peacefully working his way through a stack of paperwork.

'Hi.'

Her husband looked up, a smile tugging on his lips.

'Hello there, fair lady, can I help you?'

'Good day, kind lord, it is not myself I seek help for, but for another lady.'

'Well, consider me intrigued. Can I invite you to sit with me?' he asked, patting on Sansa's usual chair beside him. She could already feel exhaustion pulling on the muscles of her feet from walking so much this morning. She was getting tired much quicker than before.

'Yes, thank you my lord. You are ever gracious.'

Her husband leaned on his hand, a lazy smile on his face as she sat down. It looked good on him, it always had. That amused smile he always wore when he was relaxed and in a teasing mood. She wished she could see it more often.

'Lady Leonette has given me this document. It is of the utmost importance to women all over Westeros that the questions and issues within this document get solved.'

Willas accepted the scroll, and looked at its content. His smile remained, but occasionally, she could see his brow lower and rise whenever he read something interesting.

'Perhaps it would be better for the realm if these questions don't get answered quickly. More mouths to feed and all.'

'My lord, you are horrible!' Sansa chastised, giving him a very insincere weak slap on the shoulder.

'Just being practical, my dear lady. I will send it immediately, of course, to disadvantage other mothers is to disadvantage my own wife. And I would not want that.'

'Good. Because if you didn't I'd…'

'You'd what?' grinned her husband.

'I'd….' Sansa shook her head. She hadn't thought that far. 'I'd do something dreadful.'

'Well then, consider me dreadfully terrified', he said, leaning forward.

'Then why are you coming closer?'

'Because I'm not about to disobey my wife', he grinned, coming closer until their foreheads connected.

'That's always wise.'

'Willas the wise, I could get used to such a nickname.'

'Stay wise then.'

When they went to bed later that night, Sansa was tired to the bone. The strained muscles in her feet had only been forebearers of the aches that were to come. Her shoulders felt weary from nothing more than the light burden of carrying the weight of her dress. She let herself drop on the bed.

'Tired?'

'Exhausted', Sansa sighed. She looked up at him from the bed, drinking in the gentle features of his face that blended into the darkness due to the limited candle light. He came over to her, putting his cane against the side of the bed and taking something from his nightstand before sitting beside her.

He gently lifted her overdress, to her hips, so that she only had to lift first her hips and then her shoulders for him to peel the dress off of her. Then went her underdress and shift. Sansa rolled over onto her belly so he could loosen her smallclothes. She let out a sigh of relief.

'Better?'

'Yes, thank you', she sighed. She sat up and raised her hands so he could take it off of her. He paused after that, looking at her as he put her stays down.

She looked at him, but his eyes stayed downward. Sansa turned to look at her chest, her breasts hidden behind a cascade of auburn hair. She had dressed on autopilot so often, and undressed in the dark in a hurry, that she hadn't taken the time to look at herself the last few weeks.

Willas' wide hand reached out to stroke her belly. He went from the edge of her nether smallclothes to her ribs.

He wasn't asking. She barely dared to ask herself. Was this just from eating dinner or? Finding a sudden cache of energy, she rose to a stand. She sucked in her belly, which usually did the trick if it was food. It looked… just like normal? Or did it? Suddenly she found it hard to remember. She moved over to her mirror. No. This couldn't be her belly after food. The slight bulge wasn't pudgy but firm, and much higher than where she was usually rounder after a big dinner. Under all her layers it would be impossible to detect, and it was most noticeable when she stood and looked at it from the side, but it was a bump.

Chills ran down Sansa's arms. She suddenly felt a thousand times more pregnant. There was the proof of a child growing within her. Fear, excitement and tenderness suddenly raced through her. She turned back to Willas, who was still sitting on the bed.

'Snowflake', she stammered.

'Not just a tiny flake anymore', Willas said. But there was no teasing glimmer in his voice or ice. If she had to stick a name on his face, it had to be awe. He looked dead serious.

Sansa walked over to Willas, overwhelmed with the sudden need for shelter. She was growing a life. His child! Her child! They were having a family. It seemed both ages and no time at all ago that she'd been part of a family as a child. Willas opened his arms.

'I miss them', she found herself suddenly sobbing.

'Shh', Willas said as he stroked her hair, holding her against his chest. 'I know.'

'I- I… I want to keep them all safe.'

'I understand. We'll do what we can.'

But he wanted to wait until after the war. How long would that take? And her brother could travel South just as much as she could travel North in her condition. She'd be powerless to see her family for another seven months. It was a cruel trick of fate. She wanted Rickon there with her. She wanted Jon. She wanted her child to have uncles. And she wanted her baby brother to be safe. She wanted to guide her baby brother.

When her tears were dried, she was lying in Willas' arms, her back against his chest, his hand gently stroking her hair. She was blinking against exhaustion.

'I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from.'

'It's okay. You miss your family. It's bound to happen. Women in your position, they want to be surrounded by their loved ones for support. Especially their mothers. Hell, I know I've wanted my father here a couple of times just to show him how well I was doing and get an encouraging pat on the back.'

'Would you get that?'

'No, he likes holding all the ropes. But that doesn't make the desire to get recognition from the person who went before me go away. Nor does…'

Nor does your mother being dead change anything about you wanting your mother to be present. Willas didn't need to finish the sentence. Sansa knew what he meant.

Willas brushed her hair again.

'All will be alright, sleep now.'

Some days later, Sansa was peacefully reading through some financial accounts Alerie had entrusted to her when Willas let out a torn: 'No.'

Sansa stands up and moves over to Willas, putting her arms around his shoulders as she leans over him to read the letter in his hands.

'What is it?'

'Margaery', his voice was hoarse with emotion. 'I can't just leave her there like this.'

'What does she write?'

Margaery wrote that Aegon's armies taking Rosby had shaken King's Landing out of its confident arrogant slumber. It had truly underestimated Aegon's forces. Sansa was glad the plans and the numbers of Aegon's army had remained secret. King's Landing was trying to gather an army but many Lannistermen were locked in the Riverlands. Within the Riverlands they were being attacked by men from the Riverlands and if they wanted to go up they would have to fight their way past Rosby. The auxiliary forces had a long way to travel from the Westerlands. Meanwhile, lords from the Crownlands that were called to arms had started turning to Aegon now that he had successfully taken a full part of the realm, Dragonstone and blocked the Kingsroad. The king looked incapable. The crown had underestimated the threat and had not even fought to protect a single thing Aegon had taken. According to Margaery Mace had wanted to send at least a part of his army and the armies in and around the city to Rosby for a siege, but Cersei had wanted all the soldiers she could get to protect King's Landing and her precious children. The tension was rising as every day less and less food came into the capital. Margaery made a point of donating food and Mace made a grand statement that food would be brought in from Highgarden. But he'd ensured Willas it would just be enough to show the Tyrells were friends of the people, but too little to quell the true hunger, ensuring their hate for the Baratheon king and safeguarding the food storage of the Reach. Queen Cersei had not stepped foot outside of the Red Keep in weeks and the Sandsnakes had started spreading gossip about her. Margaery heard it in the sept, the common folk talked about how Cersei feasted upon lavish banquets with her children while the Tyrells donated all their leftover food, how Cersei slept with men without marrying, how the king was neglecting his people by hiding in his castle. Margaery could not walk through the streets anymore, they had grown too unsafe. Just a day before writing her letter, a noble had been killed in the streets by the angry mob. His body had been robbed of all money and clothes. The Faith was very strong now, and their scions demanded sobriety of everyone. Margaery had changed her dress and had increased her donations and visits to the sept but she was becoming more and more frightened each day.

"I am losing my grip on them. Before a loaf of bread, a coin and a kind word pacified them. No longer. Even after this trouble with Pretender Aegon is over, I doubt whether we can calm down the crowd of King's Landing again. They are militant and revolutionary. If we do not soon start investing in their life quality, it will be a matter of weeks or months ere they take what they want by force"

'It's been enough', Willas said. 'She's seen enough. It's not safe for her anymore.'

'She wrote just last month that she can't leave the capital without arousing suspicion', Sansa argued. 'I know it's hard but –'

'If you could protect your siblings, wouldn't you?' Willas asked. 'I feel I could –'

'But you can't, not really. Just as much as I currently can't do a thing', Sansa said.

Willas shook his head.

'I feel I could… I feel I should. I can't just sit and wait until someone else brings her home. I haven't seen her since she was four-and-ten. A few months ago, Garlan was near Highgarden on his way down south but didn't bother to drop by because he was in such a hurry. I never saw him again. I'm not going to wait this time. I need to do something. Be useful. Feel like I'm helping. I've been making all these plans and arrangements but I don't feel like I'm doing anything for her.'

'Do what then?' Sansa asked.

Willas buried his face in his hands.

'I don't know.'

Sansa pulled back her hands, crossing her arms. She had a feeling she knew, there was this coldness forming around her heart.

'I need to go there. Not to see Aegon climb a spiky chair but to get my sister and father home. It's been enough. I can't rest until I know.'

The ice formed stalagmites that pierced her heart. It wasn't fair. She understood his fears. But he had always persuaded her to step away from her desires to go and help the North or her family because it wasn't safe and they were needed here. But she was, in all fairness, though long believed to be the last Stark, just the wife of an heir here. She was replaceable. If either of them could leave this place, it was her. Willas could remarry and still get an heir with someone else. If Willas left and died, the Tyrell line rested in the hands of a babe of not a month old, and an unborn child. That was incredibly dangerous. Yet, despite all these reasons which he had presented to her so often, which she had convinced herself of so often as being very solid reasons to remain, he believed his family to be more important than the risk. He wanted to leave her behind and go to an active warzone for his sister, when he wouldn't do the same for her brothers despite that he know how it felt to lose his brothers.

'You can't rest until you know what? That they're safe? They're safe now, surrounded by dozens of loyal guards. They're assured a safe escape out of the city. And who would even consider harming them? Not Aegon's army nor the Baratheon army, because they don't know we are playing a double game. At no point are they at any risk. The only thing you'll accomplish is seeing them a bit sooner. You know who is at risk? My brothers. The brothers you said I can't visit because it is risky. My brothers risk dying in a million ways. They're surrounded by enemies. They have something to fear. And I want to help them. Heaven all Seven save me, I'm reduced to tears whenever I think of them. I feel useless for not helping them more. I risk never seeing them again while you're all but assured of it. So don't leave me here out of some illusion that you have to help your sister when you don't think there's a reason I should go to my brothers.'

Willas looked up, surprised by her sudden anger. Sansa was just as surprised. For so long, she'd swallowed her complaints when she had to suffer through unfair situations. She'd almost lost her voice, but not with Willas. He had always been safe to talk to, and now she found herself unable to stop talking.

'Years! We're almost in one and three hundred. I haven't seen my family in almost three years. Sometimes I was led to believe I was all alone in the world. I lost three siblings and only have one full-blood sibling and one half-brother left. I could never do anything but hear about the suffering of my family. I couldn't even mourn. And you told me that even now, as future lady of Highgarden, I couldn't do a thing but send letters and supplies. Because it was our duty to stay until there was an heir or it was safe. And I – I listened to you. Because I thought it was sensible no matter how much it broke my heart. That was politics. But how am I supposed to feel when your family is worth more than politics when you think mine isn't?'

'Sansa –'

'Leonette once told me the one advantage I had was that I could be sure you'd be by my side, instead of galloping off to play the hero.'

'I do not think your family is less important!' Willas said, chest expanding as he rose to her level. Sansa watched his throat contract and expand as he swallowed. He was very tall when he stood in front of her like that. His presence lorded over her.

Sansa looked up at his face, wiping a torn tear from the corner of her eye.

His face mellowed. 'I just don't think of them as often as I do mine. I hear of them but to me they're still names and strangers aside from your mother's family. And I did my utmost best of them. Don't you dare say I keep you from them when I jumped upon the first opportunity to get someone here.'

The ice cracked, and her heart sank through it into a sea of guilt. He had brought the Blackflish to her despite the risk of a spy seeing him and reporting it to King's Landing.

'Perhaps you should meet them then, that you can't forget them', she said, still not wanting to let him off the hook completely.

'What is it you want? That we both stay here, or that we both leave? Because… you're pleading both causes. You're scolding me for leaving and you're blaming me for not leaving yourself.'

She had done that. Sansa staggered back, hiding her face behind her hands.

'I don't know. I don't know. It's not… It is not wise to leave. You and I were right about that but… I… We have so much power. We can take protection. But we can't bring the dead back to life. And death is a possibility for my brothers. And while I can't do much as a woman not trained for combat, I can do a lot more as a lady when I'm there like talking to people and arranging things directly instead of waiting weeks for ravens to bring messages. I can take an army there, and a brother away. I know I shouldn't… But I'm afraid that when it's not down to me to help right now, they might not be around anymore by the time the new king does something. If he does something.'

Her husband sighed, and gently pulled her closer by her arm. He turned her face up with his free hand, pleading with her with his stormy eyes.

'You know the problem remains of your brother being the Lord of Winterfell and you being the future Lady of Highgarden. He can't be away from his people for long, and neither can you', he gently argued.

'I know. But for now…' Sansa shook her head. 'Willas, I abandoned my family. I betrayed my family. I can't in good conscience leave them now that I have the power to do otherwise. The gods will judge me. I will judge me. I won't be able to live with myself.'

'Well…' her husband sighed, 'at least I'm no longer the only one who lost the battle between heart and conscience.'

'We're getting sentimental with old age', Sansa sighed. Her heart was beating a hundred beats a minute. Much as she wanted this, she feared it in equal parts. She was diving off the deep end. All she'd ever done was run from danger. But now she couldn't anymore, not if she wanted her family to live. Her mind was already regretting this, but her heart was expanding evermore. She'd done it. She'd stood up for her family. She was going to do more than write them a letter. And perhaps, she'd finally be able to hold her brother again.

'I'd hoped to have at least forty grey hairs before I classified as old', her husband said.

'So, you want to do this: leave Highgarden?'

No, she didn't. She was terrified. This was the first place she'd felt safe in three years. She was risking everything she had. But what choice did she have?

She found herself nodding.

'And the babe?'

'We'll be back in time, no? Just… Picking everyone up. I don't need more than a week in the North.'

'So in a week, you'll bargain with Stannis to take your brother, the sole lord that's for his cause, away? You'll manage that without pledging our loyalty to Stannis? And you'll be able to solve the issue of the Others at the Wall? An issue the Night's Watch can't fix? And you'll do this by taking away a man who swore to never leave the Watch lest he be executed for desertion?'

Alright, so it wasn't that easy. Sansa looked up at Willas, and he pulled her against his chest.

'How about this? We go to Dragonstone. We talk to Arianne about winter and Stannis. By the time we get there, King's Landing will fall or be about to fall. And then we pick up our troops and generals and force Stannis into the offensive. We'll have some spies try to free Rickon. We can figure it all out that way. Aegon and Arianne would help. In the end, they want the fealty of the North, so Stannis has to go anyways. And once we have the North we can help your other brother.'

The plan was far from concrete, and far from flawless. But it was a beginning.

'So, by the end of this month we'll leave?'

Willas nodded.

'And perhaps you won't even have to go North. We'll send our men, and they can take Rickon to you and help your other brother. Dragonstone is a great central base and travel by boat is quick to both the North and Highgarden, should the need arise to go to either. I'm guessing it'll be over in less three moons.'

Her family saved perfectly in time for Sansa to settle back down in Highgarden for the final months of her pregnancy.

'We'll go together?'

She felt Willas nodding, his chin bumping against her head.

'I won't leave you. I won't let you travel alone, and I won't leave you behind if you don't want to.'

'Olenna won't allow it.'

'Neither will my mother. But are we truly going to ask them? They hold power, but what will they do? All the men of Highgarden need to obey me, not them. I never used power that way, but that's the way it is. It's possible.'

Sansa didn't like crossing them. They were wise, worried and loving women. But she indeed didn't wish for them to stop her. Her stomach twisted. She was nauseous with stress. But at the same time, she found her veins buzzing with a courage and determination she had never felt before. She was taking fate into her own hands. She was finally doing the right thing, and by the gods, did that feel good.

'So, what kind of bird shall you be today, my lady?' Willas asked.

Sansa smiled in spite of herself.

'No silly songbird', Sansa laughed. She barely had the strength to speak through her nerves, but speak she did.

'Well, it is decided then. We shall leave our cage.'

Sansa pulled herself away from Willas, looking him in the eyes. He didn't look proud of his decision, nor at peace with it. But she could imagine she had the same worried expression in her eyes. They were taking a huge risk, but the right one. As a lord and lady, their duty was to remain safe and rule, but it was also their duty to protect their families and the realm. No great feat had ever deserved that adjective without the feat requiring a certain level of risk.

She nodded.

'We will.'