Hideaway Strath Eventually time moves on...

Aerin only nodded, not believing the woman but not willing to press. That wasn't something you'd just forget, even during the whirlwind of being in heat. Sure, some of her own memories of the time were hazy -- but not amnesiac -- the handful of days blurring into a string of golden beams drifting through the den's maw only to soften to black with the close of another day. Vein's arms around her, his whispers in her ears. Even those had been lost to the fever consuming her, snippets of murmurs trickling to her as if underwater, sweet nothings meant to soothe and rile as the time bled away and left only the cycle of returning to one another's embrace. It wasn't something she'd ever forget, not if she lived for a hundred years.

"Because if'n ye did..." she started, taking a deep breath before continuing carefully, "zen zere is a good chance zat ye are pregnant."