No.
Never.
It cannot be.
"Don't even JOKE about this, Isa!" she screamed as she threw down the book.
Mina Garna froze. She was a young elf, and had not been in the Gilded Lily long. She ducked her head, hands folding into fearful fists. Biting her lip she tried to think of how best to say it.
"I am not joking, my lady. The news is true. Your mother-"
"My MOTHER is blessed my the goddess Drys. As am I, as are we all!" Philomel screamed out, now stamping a hoof on the wooden floor. A slight reverberation ran through it, and Mina could feel it through the panels. "She cannot be!"
Mina swallowed, and screwed up her eyes, "But ... but my lady ..."