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

She snapped her head up to look at him, eyes wide. "B-but it...they are a part of you too!" She insisted. Yes, his point was a solid one. But it took two to forge new life. It was her sole responsibility to carry and bear their young, should she choose to. It was her body that would feel the effects. If she didn't want the little lives that now surely were forming inside her, Tzila could put an end to that.

Only it wasn't so simple. The woman who had once lived and thrived in the Nightwalkers would have done so without a second thought, and not a wisp of regret. But she was not that person anymore. Now she paused, stopped and thought. Searched deep within her heart. Her voice wavered. "I'm...I'm not so sure I can. Maybe in the past but not now. Not with who I am trying to be..." She stood up then, padding around to face him, looking him in his eyes earnestly. "But Asta.." Was this the first time she dubbed him with a shortened version of his name? Maybe it was out of affection, or emotion. "If you don't want anything to do with them...with them to be a burden to you, then I understand." Her silver eyes held a moist sheen to them, yet no tears. "I won't hold you back if it's freedom you want. I can raise them on my own..." She was giving him a choice. An out. It was his to take or to deny.