Wina fell silent. Gara wasn't wrong, but she didn't want to burden him, especially if using his Talent too much might exhaust him or even harm him.
But then her gaze fell to Gara's still-flat stomach. Thinking about the future, she realized she wanted to spend more time with him to make sure his pregnancy stayed healthy. If she spent less time in the fields, she could have much more time with her son.
"Come on, Mom," Gara added softly, still looking at her with those sad, persuasive eyes that melted her heart instantly.
"Alright," she finally agreed. "But don't push yourself, okay? If you ever feel like you can't make more water, we'll just go back to using regular water. I still have plenty of savings to support you and your baby."
Gara didn't know how to properly express the depth of his gratitude for the woman who had raised him.
They intended to inform the village chief about this matter. But since it was still early morning, the chief was likely busy tending to the fields.
