it truly was amazing what a woman's body was capable of.
inji's figure had once been lithe and pristine, stilt-legged and shifty in the manner of the desert wolf. in pregnancy and while nursing, she had ballooned — and now she sank back down to a comfortable middling weight, still noticeably plump in some ways, but miraculously much the same as she had been before.
having now gone through it herself, she thought herself to have an eye for "the signs" — or at least she did after she noticed changes in eset.
it took all of her power not to be nosy and ask outright. but when she took an early-morning shift and slipped silently into the hebsut's chamber with the intention of straightening up, she cannot help but overhear the whispered words spoken to... nobody.
or, presumably nobody.
are you awake, eset? she murmurs, stopping mid-pelt-fold in order to crane her neck over her shoulder. she did not truly expect an answer.

oh! oh, nothing, inji's eyes widen as she leaps away in surprise, her ears flattening. sorry, i-- i-t's just, ah;
what the hell was she going to say? i think one of us might be hallucinating? her jaw remains slack as she drifts fully into the room, making note of any mess that may need her attention.
was she crazy? maybe she was merely yearning for the days her own kids were newborns and projecting it onto the poor hebsut. she stands there like a fish out of water before deciding to glance around, as if checking for another presence.
i just, um, i heard you talking to somebody, she winces as she says it, as if it were some kind of accusation. a-are you okay?