[There's a lot of things Konoha thinks to say next. Something about cheese, which was apparently made from milk, which... alright, she'll believe it... Or something about sex, which was... very titillating, actually, and it kind of makes her think she might be able to ask another question or two...
But it all just falls away in favor of,]
You... can't have children?
[A second after it leaves her mouth she regrets it, wants to take it back- sure, Angela had said it so casually, but what if it was actually a hurting thing? And how could it not be a hurting thing? Konoha was old-fashioned enough in her values to have trouble imagining any woman being alright with that... she had been checking her sides in the mirror almost every day since she'd first slept with Gonta, hoping to see a rounding, any sort of proof that something might be quickening... even though nothing seemed to be.]
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But it all just falls away in favor of,]
You... can't have children?
[A second after it leaves her mouth she regrets it, wants to take it back- sure, Angela had said it so casually, but what if it was actually a hurting thing? And how could it not be a hurting thing? Konoha was old-fashioned enough in her values to have trouble imagining any woman being alright with that... she had been checking her sides in the mirror almost every day since she'd first slept with Gonta, hoping to see a rounding, any sort of proof that something might be quickening... even though nothing seemed to be.]