Once she waddles her way back to camp, feeling the swaying motion of the eggs in her womb, Caitlyn goes back to laying down, her hands tracing small circles around her protruding womb as she feels the hard forms of eggs beneath a delectably thin layer of soft flesh. She had not used her womb nearly as often, it was a sacred place to anyone who would choose a fertility goddess to worship, but she hoped that these eggs would mean a bit more to her than a good container. She lays happily, allowing for anyone to approach as they wish while she begins dozing off.