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Marina was eating a tad less, depression growing on her, though she tried to eat at least a tiny bit of whatever was brought to her. Especially if Chasm or Bones were the ones fetching it. She was doing everything in her power to keep her son from worrying further... but how long could she keep up a brave face? She was scared, no, terrified to give birth to these children. Something didn't feel right with them... and by the time she realized that it'd been too late to get rid of them. Currently within her den the mother to be looked at her swollen stomach, wondering how many of Satan's spawn crawled and writhed within her.
Marina flicked her ears back before shaking her head. It was no good carrying on this way... yet she still stewed within herself, allowing her suffering to go on. Marina... wasn't so good at admitting certain things. Letting others know just how much she was hurting was one of them... or if she was feeling sad at all.
A sigh passed her lips as her gaze shifted to the entrance of the den. Chasm would be back soon... how long would it be before her son realized she was acting off? How long would it be before he confronted her, being more of a parent than she was capable of being at the moment? That fact too made Marina feel badly. Her son should not have been stepping up to the plate to a position where his father should have been.
Another sigh.
Well... on the plus side they were home... here in Celestial where they ought to be. At least here they were safe...