Miaren pushes herself to her feet.  The lump in her womb has changed her balance, requiring her to adjust to the new weight and center of gravity.  Even walking makes her aware of the two ovoids settled against the purse-string mouth of her cervix.<br/><br/>"It's sick - I - I couldn't stop it either.  Something in that ointment - it made it -" she broke off the sentence, refusing to even think about how it had affected her.  "It made it come after me," she finished.<br/><br/>She listens to Fern's plan, shifting on her feet to try to acclimate to the swelling of her lithe body.  "I don't know - maybe?  Let me see where you're talking about, and I'll give it a go."