Firefly Ravine Not All Treasure Is Silver And Gold

The male's abilities were heavily doubted, as Sen was forever the arrogant sort. Always had she believed she could outrun anyone and everyone if the situation called for it, and those thoughts were loath to diminish. Even when considering her state, she could see no one being capable of catching her. Of course, speaking from a logical perspective, she could not outrun a single soul if her stomach region was swollen with children, but such was a thought she'd rather not consider. No, as it currently stood, her ability to run was not hindered, and she hoped that never would it be. "I don't think you could keep me from doing anything," came her response, staring him down. The idea alone that anyone could prevent her from doing something was, to her, absurd.

Sen listened to his words first, and then observed him. In response to his smile, she'd scowled, and the distance taken away was quickly placed back in between them. "It wouldn't." She'd make sure of that. "You catch the illness, you're on your own. And on the off chance it isn't an illness, you're still on your own—that is, if you're able to find me." Of course, she believed he would never be able to reach her in time if the forcibly assumed "illness" was actually a pregnancy.