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She couldn't be sure how Fox might take her prying, especially not when her mood seemed particularly (and understandably) mercurial right now. But she appeared amenable. Raven smiled at her mother's welcoming tone, though there was a nervousness to the expression. She paused a moment, trying to think of how to phrase it delicately.

"Are you—er," she fumbled, feeling the tips of her black ears getting warm. How did you go about asking your mother if your father had successfully managed to impregnate her before dropping dead? "Is there any possibility you might already be pregnant?" she finally blurted.