[Grainne's words have him really worried at first, but when she finally finishes, he can't help but smile.]

Ah, my love, but it is my fault.

[The words are amused, though, not serious, as he kisses her again on the forehead.]

I am fairly certain, your...accident...

[What else can he call it?]

...notwithstanding, that the form I am in now makes it impossible for me to father children. However, there are many young ones in this city. Can we not adopt them instead if you really wish a child to complete our family?