Abylus listens to Ter'ra fully as they walk down the hallway before speaking up again. Her features shift to be more expressionless but she seems nervous by the way she is playing with her hair. "Well... maybe it might be harder for you to get pregnant... but when your a creature that is designed to become other creatures compatibility ceases to be an issue. My kind are able to reproduce fairly quickly. Though no, I did not think I was slated to be a breeder because I am a slave. I have heard of the drow but never had much interaction with other species until I came to the surface. My kind are isolationist and have a social structure based upon many factors, age being the foremost way to power. I though the elders where going to slate me as a breeder because most women end up doing that. My alchemy must have set me apart enough to have them chose otherwise however."<br/><br/>The arrival to Mother Dalyn's quarters had Ter'ra do most of the talking, and even Celara was able to squeeze past the amalgamite without much problem. From the back however, Abby would chime in. "It would be a great honor if you would let us learn... and I at least would be willing to waive any liability for myself if working with such magic made my tummy swell with children. I was sort of thinking about getting pregnant anyhow."