Tasu slowly begins to regain consciousness. The sound of a coughing newborn quickly shocks him awake. He shifts quickly and accidentally trips Feign with his tail. His eyes snap open as he looks down to a slopping wet tigress cub up to the bottom of its hip slowly being born.<br/>He shuts his eyes and lets out a wincing cry as the painful cramping of his body slams his senses.<br/>He starts to breathe heavily and looks up at Delilah, seeing the concerned look on her face. He knows they are outside, but still within the grasp of the facility. The look of pain and soreness quickly turns into a sweaty, tight lipped, gaze of determination. He looks down at his child, gently shifting his body so it lays across his belly.<br/><br/>"No.. not yet.. Were..... not safe.."<br/>He reaches down and caresses the newborns cheek. He holds her tight to his skin by his large hands and hugs his newborn hatchling to his abdomen. "I am not ready to let you go just yet. When it is safe for you, then you will have this world, until then my hatchling, you and I are still one."<br/><br/>His hands hold the tiny tigress naga tight, as his muscles flex around her hip and start to swallow her back into his body.<br/>He holds her hands still, as the glistening lips that puff and pull  from his uppermost scales knead her chest back into his body.<br/><br/>as her chest slips down, the little hatchling coos in his grasp, he looks up at Feign and Delilah, with a brief but exhausted smile. "Sorry, I cant let her go. We can't handle a child right now… And something feels strange about her."