She doesn't comment on the hesitation, waiting patiently for him to make his mind up and glancing up at him with a brilliant smile once he does. Their two hands together on top of her stomach is a sort of reflection of what's happening inside, the two of them coming together to make a child.

"I doubt any place is the best for me right now," she reassures him with a smile "Sea or land I'm going to be sick on both, though I have heard carrying a child affects a woman's tastes quite considerably, we've already seen that to be the case, so I think your cook is going to hate me by the time this voyage is over."