Aery shook her head. "I think two months, maximum. I don't think I'll live to see it, anyway. I'm getting weaker and weaker by the day, I can't hold any food down or anything. And even if I do make it another month or so, there's no way in all the worlds that the baby will be able to fit. Look at me, Celaena. I'm tiny." And she was, barely 4'6" and skinnier than a beanpole. "There's no way that I'm going to survive this." She was rather calm about that fact. "And yet, I can't have a mage induce delivery now, because then the baby will die for certain and then I'll have another murder on my conscience." She sniffled but her tears had stopped. Well, she supposed she didn't have enough water in her to cry.