Wheeling Gull Isle ding dong, the dragon's not dead

She drew in a breath and let it out in a shaky sigh, her back muscles tensing visibly as she did so. She felt lost in this situation, even though she was far from alone with Astaroth. She was confused and didn't know what to do. "Believe me, I know exactly how you feel. I have serious doubts if I'd even be a decent mother..." Tzila was young too, but also not that much older than him. The fact remained that they would still be first time parents. Parents, who up until now, knew nothing but the easy life and freedom.

A dreadful thought then, entered the forefront of her mind. Her features grew serious but still retained that petrified look. She glanced down to her belly, barely yet swollen. "...You know, it is still early. We might have...options." She breathed, daring to let the words slip from her tongue. Would he understand what she was implying? Would he really want it, if he was as un-prepared as he said he was?