Sun Mote Copse When there's nothing left to burn

Niamh laughed, her belly bouncing slightly, when Towhee's eyes widened, and one of the pups pushed or shoved or kicked or did whatever interpretive dance move that it was doing that bopped Towhee on the nose. She felt a bit sad, knowing Towhee had missed this part of the pregnancy- knowing and watching and feeling the movement of life, and knowing it had been life. She chuckled at Towhee's explanation, and nodded, but shrugged again afterwards. 

-It doesn't really hurt much- it's just kind of surprising, when they do it, more'n anything.- She said- but then she winced. -'Cept when that one steps on my bladder. 'Scuse me,- She said, hurrying to the side for a moment to relieve herself. -Better.- She commented, when she was done. -Yeah. It doesn't hurt. Just feels like I swallowed my lunch whole an' it's still alive an' kicking, I think- She said, having no real way to describe it.