[ Allura turns to look at Shiro as he speaks, following the restraints with her eyes as they are placed in her sanctuary, and she feels that they are not just for him, but for her as well. His arm, just like her bracelet. The restraints limiting her power and authority. The leather collar that tells her ultimately where she belongs.

The look on her face speaks volumes over how she does not want to do what he is suggesting. Play acting and little white lies had served her enough before, but there is barely room in this part of the game for pretense. Zarkon wants her to become a monster, or watch with glee as she squirms and fights the urge to become one. He has seen through the spoiled little princess act, and it has become her undoing.

She steps his way and holds out her right hand. They will have to at least hurt each other significantly, convincingly. ]

I will have to count on you to endure, and I will do the same for as long as I can. We give... if--

[ She falters, closing her eyes to calm her rapidly beating heart, cheeks coloring at the implications. Allura knows she is unprepared and practically winging things now, but she has to hold on to that hope...

The feline sound she hears is a purr as if to hush her fears, allowing her to focus, and keep her gaze steady on Shiro. ]

In my current estimation, giving the child Zarkon wants will buy us the most time. A few months. There are the attempts, there can be failed conception, or-- have more than one.

[ Her left hand trembles, and she clutches at her skirts as she realizes that she is thinking out loud. But it clears her mind some, and knowing that Shiro might just be willing to work with her is enough momentary comfort. ]

I will need your clear agreement on this. Or if you have a better idea I want to hear it now.