Lion Head Mesa lance

tavina. tavina who treva had declared she had trusted. two other bodies who she paid little mind to. they seemed...young. soft. she recognized the one girl but would not have been able to greet her even if she wanted to.

off they went and treva found herself ordered to walk.

this she did with an uneven gait, the occasional pause to writhe in her standing spot. out, out, out, she groaned in pained ways. this was not directed to the sesh, of course, but rather to the things inside her. two were to be expected — or one very large one! the doctor had only meant humor with such a suggestion but it felt that way now.

now! she demanded of her body with great frustration.