Neverwinter Forest Sleep is a river

Miriam wished to say she felt tainted. Yet, she wasn't sure, it was sole feeling. Her Goddess gave no answer to if she was, or not, driving further down the rabbit hole. She was so lost to what to say.. What to tell him, what to come, all she did was worry of herself. Despite the feelings of hopelessness, she knew there had to be a time to tell the warrior. While she may have fallen, there was still uncertainty if he too, fell forth. Both had been lost to sinful lust, and she had no idea of the other children he sired. Perhaps if she knew, the determination if they were of darkness would be true.

"I'm having children." The spirit whispered softly, crystals still falling and unable to stare at him. There was no exictment, nor' even dread. She continued waterfalls, feeling uncertain on all. There only fear, and worry.