"No."

She shakes her head, until she realizes that might be taken as an answer to his question, which is not what she meant.

"Yes, babies are small. But I meant," and she pauses, blinking at him with a blank expression, not at all sure how she wants to phrase this, "on board the Empress."

With pirates.

The gesture -- Will's hand over his infant's heart -- registers late. She can't help the small smile that follows.