Chase moved to place a hand on Ryne's shoulder. "You don't need to stress yourself. You are so close to birthing." He said, his other hand still rubbing his belly. "My people are tending to your farm in exchange for this." He said, motioning to his belly. "You don't have to worry." He added, giving him a warm smile.
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