Sun Mote Copse you woke the world inside of me

She had to hope that her full sense of tolerance would come back after the birth.

Woo-woo? She repeated, awaiting some sort of clarification. I don't think so.

The eyes fixed to her stomach made Keshi a bit uncomfortable. It did not feel the same as when Nasamiituuq looked at her wondering about the life they would have together, or when Sunchaser looked before asking if she wanted to rest. Summerwalkers are traders and storytellers. She did not voice her discomfort, looking to spit out her usual information instead.