Adrastia is happy to watch and rub the tribal woman's belly as the organ does away with the ambushed guard. Her hand is a bit rough in its handling of her distended belly, not the gentle touch one may expect. "Well, I suppose we will each have to do better." Once they come back to the office, she decides to turn to her normal form to sleep, a small dragon with midnight blue scales and teal eyes, a regal looking head as she surveys her allies.