Phoenix Maplewood I have questions

If she had questions, Reek surely had answers.  A know-it-all by nature, Reek was content to fill in the blanks in everyone elses knowledge with his own, be it wrong or right. Feeling it had to do with accepting mortality, Reek accepted her line of questioning with a pleasant nod, and she began to vent what was on her mind.

However, it wasn't at all what Reek had expected: boys.

Fuck. Had Scarlett not been around long enough to explain the nitty-gritty?  Desna was finally reaching an age where a proper education was necessary, but Reek was ill-equipped to divvy out this sort of knowledge. His own sexual awakening had been one of confusion and frustration, marked by rejection and repression.  But, here he was, about to have the talk with Desna, when he had never really recieved the talk himself.

Reek let out an awkward sigh and he began to verbally stumble. "Uh, well— you know..."  The answer was simple enough, but it took Reek a while to regain his conversational bearings. "Saena, uh, hasn't gone into season yet... but she will soon I think.  Come Spring, we might be parents."  His explanation was surely inadequate, but he was unsure of how to proceed without being horribly blunt.