And then she waddled away

The woman's eyelids had slid closed as she'd hummed, feeling herself just drift off in the moment, Samara's voice lifting her as it lilted in no particular pattern. So she didn't notice Motif's approach, lulled back to consciousness by the unsure tones of the young woman. Slowly she blinked back to reality, turning to look over her shoulder at the young woman. Samara smiled softly, maybe pregnancy had softened her too. She nodded, then seemed to find her voice again after her song had been cut off. "It feels like they never stop." She said softly, her tones lifting into a laugh. She gestured with her muzzle for Motif to come closer.

"Do you want to feel?" She offered, she idly wondered if Motif had ever gotten to feel a pregnant stomach before, it could be a new way to bond, or it could gross others out. She'd met both sorts but she wanted to help the young woman feel close to her soon to be half-siblings. Though Samara was not intending on letting her children forget the greatness of their heritage neither did she want to deprive them of the close bonds she shared with her family. They'd be siblings to Rhyme's other children. They'd be a family, even if she herself didn't necessarily integrate fully into the girl's lives. She'd raise them in Abaven and so they'd need to feel at home here.