Emera wrinkled up her nose. "I'd rather go pray to your gods." She answered with a deep frown. She did not like the idea of bringing him to see her gods. Not if they did not have to. "I think your gods are more likely to answer, in any case." She almost wished that he had not let her go. That was not something she could say to him, however. Instead, she turned away from him. She stepped over to where she had dropped her needlework, and gently took it into her hands. "River? Do you truly think it is necessary to sleep with your spouse to have a happy marriage?" Her voice was soft, unsure of what he thought.

She sat down, trying to think of reasons why Sylvia would not be abed with Aranhil already. Suddenly her eyes went wide. "River! Tell me, quickly. Did you and your brother ever make a child pact?" She asked in a rush. "When Sylvia and I were children, we swore before her gods that we would not get with child until we both could. She did it so that I would not be scared of having a bastard of my own. If you and your brother made something of the like, perhaps he is reluctant because you are unable to-" She blushed deeply. "I mean, not willing...or perhaps...."

Emera had no doubts that, should she offer, River would not take her to bed. She knew quite well that he would get her with child in an instant, should she let him. She also knew that Aranhil was aware of her reluctance to let his brother do as he pleased to her. "I wouldn't wish to be the reason Sylvia could not be granted a child." She whispered softly, her cheeks bright red. "Maybe I'm not right for you, River.....I know you're free, and wild. But I'd have you in a cage, just to be happy myself. Perhaps you would feel better with another woman."