I'll need to cement my position then. At least the prophecy offer us some leeway on that.

[She can't help but hold her hand to her heart, knowing what the crown-shaped birthmark meant. It's her duty to take care of him, to make sure he doesn't go back to being starved.]

There are quite a few more to read through and the night is long. We should go on.

[The next prophecy is from a woodswitch long dead and she reads it aloud for him.]

Death will come for the one who takes up the Young Wolf's mantle unless a great sacrifice is made.

They're pretty fond of 'unless,' aren't they?

[Whatever sacrifice that might be, she's not about to let him make it on her behalf. He's already lost too much.]