"Puked lightning?" Brian actually giggled.  He'd quickly compose himself, though, trying to hide his smile.  "Puking lightning sounds...interesting sis.  Maybe you can demonstrate."  Although when Brian looked at Cayn, he would be moving away from the half-fiend.  Cayn was looking at Brian almost as if he wanted to dissect him to discover what his innards looked like.  "Breathed lightning," Cayn said.  "It narrows down the type of dragon in your background.  Lightning is primarily the domain of blues and bronzes.  Since you don't have any blue scales...it would appear you're descended, some distance back, from a bronze dragon."  Cayn nodded his head as he folded his arms over his chest.<br/><br/>"Regardless," Cayn said.  "You should get some food inside of you.  The child will be born soon."  Cayn paused, looked down at her stomach, narrowed his eyes, spoke a word.  "Children.  My apologies.  You appear to be bearing a litter."  Cayn turned and proceeded through the door, giving the pair time to do whatever.  Brian, meanwhile, looked at her stomach and winced.  "Ew, litter?" he asked.  "The hell got all up in your shit, Liz?"