Grimacing at both the idea of giving birth as well as having spells cast inside her, she sighs.  A part of her has grown to like having this strange sensation, of being full of life.  But it has to end sometime, and it's not like she'll have to wait long to have the feeling once more.  Even if it will be with that jerk Wolfe instead of the strangely kind Xyveris.<br/><br/>Leaning back, she tries to think of what it would be like to stay large like this forever.  It isn't an unpleasant proposition, especially compared to going through the glory of morning sickness again.  She's still pondering that as she slowly drifts off to sleep.