Her eyes darting about, scanning for movement, Fern gingerly steps towards Miaren.  Every movement with trembling limbs placed carefully as to prevent stumbling, stepping on dry twigs or errant objects that could cause injury to her bare feet or alert anyone to her movement till she reaches the other woman's side.  Reaching a tentative hand to touch her swollen belly, she looks up into the taller woman's eyes searching for information.<br/><br/>"Are you all right?" She whispers slowly, her voice filled with heavy concern.  Not having heard her speak since the vale, anxious for some sort of verbal response.