Talia had taken up to rubbing a soothing salve on Sya's sore spots know that her body had better adjusted to creating a child. She doesn't ask about it, instead giving Sya his space. As long as it makes him happy, she'll let it be. The servants and some village folk that had come to consult with Sya look up as the Queen of Mistwood dashes past, absolute joy on her face. Sya's in the small informal dining room, his most hated meal in front of him. Talia dislikes it as well, mostly because it makes his kisses taste like soot and his body to hot to curl up comfortably to. "Sya! The quickening has happened! I felt our little one move!" She tugs him out of the door in order to swirl around the room in joy.