[ She isn't sure immediately what to say; there was so much to tell, but none of it directly concerned him, either. She touches her belly and thinks about how Zenos could have disemboweled her, but didn't. She thinks about Doma, and the struggles both nations had in their bids for freedom. Of comrades lost. ]

[ It's better to let him concern himself with his tea, she decides. ]

Almost definitely. We can warm it up again on the stove, of course. [ She looks at his backside. ] Presuming you aren't interested in another go?