She'd only recently found out about that piece of technology from Miles, and the wrinkle in her nose briefly, says she isn't sure she approves of it either. She does her best to accept, and she can understand why it happens, oh she knows, how many women had she grown up with that had been lost to her in just such a way. Birth wasn't joyous, not always, it was holding fate inside of your and tasting death in the same moment as bringing about life.

She had done it just the same. Been just as aware. "It does seem to relieve much of the burden of the task, I can see why she would."

Because regardless of either of their thoughts on the matter, it was Olivia's choice. She rises then, not to go far, but to reach for the bottle nearby - mead she suspects, they do drink so much of it to top up his glass and then fill one for herself. "You would have more sons in such a manner, as well."

She tries, at least for Olivia's sake.