The next morning found Sara awake and sitting by the fire, having gotten it going again she was heating some water to clean and change their bandages, as well as cooking a few pieces meat for them to eat. She even got a little creative with the meal and used a little of the brandy to cook the meat in, adding flavor to the otherwise tasteless meat. Sitting there her mind wondered to what she had said to Terry last night, about them having children....staring into the flames she found her arms wrapped about herself, hands rubbing slightly on her stomach wondering if what she had said was really even a possibility. Babies were rarely ever even born anymore, plus she had not gotten pregnant after her rape and there had been several men involved in that moment, so the chance of her getting pregnant would have been higher....one would think anyway.<br/><br/>Still there was not like there was anywhere she could go to find someone she could ask about this anyway....all she knew was that she still had her monthly cycle which meant her body was still producing an egg, which meant that there was a very slim chance a very slim sliver of hope that there was a chance that one say she could provide Terry with a son or daughter. This thought made her smile, even though she saw the water began to boil and knew it was going to be painful as she changed and cleaned her wound.