Moonspear God can't hear you, they will fight you

Hydra grinned at her words. She had not yet attributed her nausea to her pregnancy, though had not even considered that she rarely felt ill to begin with. Hmm. I do feel hungry, she said, the grin remaining. Hydra shook her head to the others inquiry; truth be told, Hydra was still wary of her. Though she had elected to believe her here and now, she was still cautious; she did not want to be given anything that might terminate the pregnancy. I can stand it, whatever may come. I look forward to it, truthfully, she looked to her belly, eyes softening, to knowing for certain they are there, however they might first reveal themselves.