“Rylon?” said Vette.

Ruth looked up from her half-finished battle plan and laid a hand on her belly. “Yes.”

“Wasn’t that the name of that secret agent for Baras that you hunted down and executed on Balmorra?”

“That’s the one.”

“…Want to elaborate on your reasoning here?”

“He’s the person who brought me and the father together. I thought it was romantic.”

“You just out-sarcasmed my last six months of talking.”

“With this name for this child I can honor not one, but two treacherous bastards who did a lot of good before screwing their own people over. Plus, the name will be a perpetual reminder of the first warning sign about both the deviousness and the fate of Baras’s servants that I ignored because I didn’t want to see it.”

“Well,” said Vette, “that’s certainly…unhealthy and kind of disturbing.”

“It’s a pity I never intend to get close enough to see the father again, because now I won’t see the look on his face when he hears what name I chose. – Hey, I don’t suppose you could take a holorecording of his reaction?”

Vette let her head fall to one side while she glared. “No. You need help, my lord.”

Ruth looked back down at her console and scowled. “If you're not going to contribute, go away.”