Sequoia Coast poptarts are ravioli

They don’t move for a while. Mostly because they can’t. Any effort to separate is met with extra pain and discomfort and so they wait in awkward silence. This brings on a whole set of other questions and she can’t exactly turn to see why he is still inside her, but he has taken the cue to wait until he can move again and eventually they break away. It’s an odd sensation and she’s about to turn to investigate (mostly herself) but he comes up to her side and brushes against her, pressing his warm nose into her cheek. She doesn’t necessarily react to it and ultimately sits down to inspect herself, cleaning up whatever mess the two of them left behind.
 
His question brings her attention back to him and she licks her lips, uncertain.
 
“No,” she decides to say, mostly to convince herself that she can’t. She hadn’t been in heat and hadn’t felt anything near the same thing she had when she’d been with Aviana. “I hope not,” she mumbles, more for herself, and stands up again. The added weight didn’t help her ankle any and she tries to relax and take some pressure off it. “Can we go back?” she decides to ask; the sooner they put this behind them, they better. “Don’t… tell anyone about this, okay?”