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Word Count: 327
A Kiss for Shelter
Trappings
The courtesan sighed as she took in her few accoutrements. A servant from the river-house had been kind enough to accompany Ikarosu in bringing her belongings. There wasn't much to call her own and in this space that was still strange to her the accessories seemed useless.
A chill passed over her as she thought of being alone here. Ikarosu had barely glanced at her but to scowl and when she had touched him to get his attention he had pulled away.
I am even more foreign here. Xochitl thought. Wrapping her arms tight around herself she peered around the room once more. Anxiety nipped at her slowly becoming frustration as she again questioned her decision.
Unohana-san's voice was soothing- the perfect sort for one of her profession. But while her tone had been gentle- sweet even- she had sugarcoated nothing. She had been clear about her prognosis. In order for the child to live it would need the influence of strong reiatsu. A daily infusion would be necessary to stabilize the womb enough to withstand the baby's own untamed spiritual pressure. Being that Xochitl was a very ordinary sort of soul her womb was not the most hospitable for a child of such power.
"It's imperative that the child's reiatsu is held in check by one of greater reiatsu… The ideal would be for the father to attend to this- but it is not necessary. One who might control their reiatsu will do- but in all honesty the closer you are to this individual the better. It will assure a bond with the child not only due to your own contentment but because the fetus will react to that person's signature energy…. The more intimate you are with this person the more likely the child will find stability and the birth will be without complications."
What it boiled down to was that she was dependent on the noble. It meant that she was essentially… trapped.