Within the next ten to fifteen minutes, the door to the bathroom will open and Xyveris comes out carrying the child.  It truly looks like a baby carved from obsidian, just like its father.  The babe looked just like a human infant did, save the four tentacles along its sides that writhed in the air.  "My apologies for not letting you see him right away," Xyveris said softly.  "However, upon birthing, in the old days, the child would eat the mother for its first meal.  And I did not wish such a thing to befall you."  With that said, Xyveris brought the child to her and settled it into her arms.<br/><br/>The thing cooed and crooned at her, tentacles waving around madly just as his fists did, wriggling with excitement and happiness.  He gurgled at her, giggling softly.  The knowledge in his eyes were frightening, far more than what a child just born should have.  "You should name him," Xyveris said, folding his arms over his chest.