Northstar Vale chasing moments

There was way too much she still didn't fully understand. Queenie's answers kept her squint strong well into the details. So if it wasn't that way... then how had it come to that, and why..? The more she heard, the heavier she realized this was, especially when she mentioned not wanting kids, which clicked into place the full possibility of that in the first place.

Jomyo felt a secondhand wash of horror at the notion to even imagine herself in Queenie's place. The gravity of it was far too much. She shook her head, ears splayed out. "Holy shit...." she murmured, unsure how else to proceed for a moment.  "But no way,  whatever it is, that's just terrifying--the pups part, not Delight.. Is he gonna handle it okay?" She needed to touch base with him soon too. But morwinyon aside there was an even more important matter, and Jomyo was looking right at her. "Are you gonna be okay with it? If you.. don't want... any?" Was the pack going to be okay to raise them? Suddenly she was not so sure. Her upbringing had been a lot of pack interaction--uncles, cousins, others, and comparatively so, their little Vale was awfully desolate at the best of times... she was uneasy on their behalf already.

She tried to be as comforting as she should be, but this was difficult. She would listen, though, and do her best.