<span style="font-style: italic">Milk?</span>Kiriei pondered, before she caught Jerrar's eyes and caught his meaning. Upon this realization, a heavy blush crossed her face and she lifted her arms protectively. "B-but that's..! I.. I've never done anything like that before! I-I don't know if I even can.. I mean... how-- er..." she fizzled out there, completely flustered. If she'd been a fire dragon there might have been smoke puffing out of her ears at the sheer exasperation of the request.<br/><br/>Her tone was a bit louder than Jerrar's and one of the nearby women caught on. "Oh, please Miss Dragon. Please try--for the children."<br/><br/>"I... I..." she looked to Jerrar for support. If not on her side, than at least some moral support for what she was probably about to do.<br/><br/>The woman dragged Kiriei (with Jerrar not far behind) to a slightly more secluded area, and handed her one of the smaller children. The girl tried not to recoil at the stench of the infant's illness as it was set in her arms. Feeling helpless, the female dragon gave in. She set the baby in her lap as she undid the top buttons of her shirt. All she could hope then was that nature would take its course.