Adrastia would go back under, freezing more to make a little island, still drinking her fill. Her belly bloats with water, until her play dislodges a rock from the riverbed, falling into her mouth. She snaps shut, pulling herself onto the icy island she made, and lies on her side. She looks gravid at this point, feeling the rock settle inside her waterlogged stomach, blocking her digestive tract. She's groaning, gently stroking a talon on her tummy.