Leera welcomes the warmth of the femme's tail, cuddling into the plush fur to shield her small frame from the midnight chill. Pressed against Nephthys, she can feel the plumpness of her pregnancy, and she doesn't doubt the woman is wrong when she is told that delivery is coming soon. "Klein isn't that bad," she jokes gently, but then again, she isn't entirely sure about the nature of their relationship. "Is he?" Hannibal hadn't stiked her as a pompous prick -- but she also hadn't been knocked up by him.
"Ah. And you have my best wishes for the children, flower. I have no doubt they'll bring you honor." There's anticipation in Leera's expression as she watches her best friend, tail flicking gingerly underneath the blanket that is Nephthys. What will the little beasts look like, she wonders briefly. Hannibal is a mismatched beast and Nephthys a complete jewel -- Leera inwardly hopes the children will be so lucky to inherit their mother's share when it comes to appearances. "But this is your first litter and giving birth will not be easy. Mine wasn't. Let me help you deliver them safely, flower. I can collect herbs for the pain, as well." She hopes she isn't out of line asking to assist, or that Nephthys will think she's suggesting she's weak. But if there's one thing Leera knows well, it's pregnancy. And if she could have had someone help her through her first time, thing's would have gone smoother.
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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