Bad Vibes

Meldresi sighed. How uneducated she was. Did her mother never tell her the signs? It was obvious to the priestess what was happening to her...what had happened, really. "No, you are not dying, Morgana. Far from it." She said, observing her condition. The assassin did not yet have a protruding belly, not for a few more weeks. Meldresi wondered how many pups she would bear. And who the father was. She had a sneaking suspicion... "I believe that you are simply pregnant. You are showing all of the signs, though they seem very...extreme." When Meldresi was in her first trimester, her vomiting and urination was not as violent as Morgana's. But the priestess knew that it was different for each woman. Morgana would have to be monitored for her pregnancy.