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Kiyo brought breakfast and made herself comfortable after offering the Empress a fresh ocean fish. One of the few things she managed to stomach, surprisingly. Venom felt like she was eating less and less, but it didn’t feel like there was much room left for her stomach now that she was filling with puppies. She was far from apprehensive about sharing her meal with Kiyo, even under her scrutinizing gaze she felt at ease with the woman. Beyond Hattori Kiyo was coming to know her very well.

Venom fiddled absently with the fish, not quite feeling hungry yet as she shifted yet again with her extra weight. Venom tried not to scoff at Kiyo’s question, it was a rude gesture. She was just frustrated with how uncomfortable she was. ”The polite answer is that we are well,” her words were almost reluctant. ”But they are as eager to be out as I am to have them.” Venom was still nervous about giving birth, she wasn’t looking forward to that part at all, but she was also ready to be finished sooner rather than later. ”I’ve been much more achy, and my appetite is.. Finicky at best.” She said as she all but avoided saying how miserable she felt.