who's fault really is all this

"Ina! Wait up!" She froze in her tracks when she heard him call. A defeated sigh slipped past her lips, followed shortly by a heavy cough. Her ears tried to flatten a bit at the word "mushrooms", but she couldn't quite get the action done when her ears were quite literally, filled with mushrooms. "Is this another of Abraxas' touch, I wonder." She wanted to assume it was. Assume that what she'd seen was something the Abraxas god had shown her the day she had ended up going batshit crazy for a little bit. She looked at the ground, the normally proud Abraxas woman looking pitiful as she struggled to answer. When he asked her how she caught her sickness, she looked at him through ooze streaming eyes.

"I went to a pirate party and drank a mushroom brew that the pirate king, Sparrow, made...I wasn't the only one that drank the brews...so I don't know if anyone else got sick from them, but I imagine that had something to do with...this..." She swallowed, heart hammering as she thought about the aftermath since that night. It still hadn't occurred to her that she was pregnant, and she wanted to desperately believe that the vision she'd seen was just a nightmare, and not something actually a part of her future. "You're not as sick, which is good...at least our God hasn't forsaken you," She said softly. Unlike me...