Her face is brilliantly red as the half-fiend leaves.  That doesn't stop her from swatting at Brian, though.  With an irritated but not unhappy glare, she mutters at him.  "One of your friends... Wolfe.  I guess that's just how werewolves are born. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go change into something that won't explode the next time this little thing... things... decide to grow."  Wincing slightly as the children inside her kick visibly, she gathers up some clothes and makes her way to the bathroom.<br/><br/>Inside, though, her head is swirling. Breathed lightning?  It certainly felt like puking, but she trusts Cayn's knowledge on this.  But what about apparently being a bronze dragon's descendant?  What does that mean?  What are they?  There's so many thoughts racing through her mind that she gets dressed on autopilot, thankfully getting everything covered though.