Moonspear If you want to, I can be just like you

He had offered to try, questioning her to see if the time was right to do so.

Nasamik considered it briefly, clinging to a feeling of desire heightened by her current hormonal changes. 

But then there was the worry she held. What of the children inside of her? Even if it was safe, she did not want to risk them if only to appease her longings.

Softly, she shook her head, cheek seeking his own. The risk is too great. Let us just keep walking. It will pass, surely. 

The aches, but perhaps not that burning longing. But yet, they had all the time after the children were born to return to that.