Vorela shifts slightly, in her sleep, back to her normal size, providing a large form for them to lean against. Aviendha curls her wings around him, as she shifts sideways on his lap. She shifts to put her breasts closer to his mouth, running a hand through his hair. "Of course, the problem with that is that I would be less useful to you, if I were pregnant. I would not wish to be a burden unto you, and I am satisfied with my existence without bearing children." She kisses the top of his head, squeezing him gently. "I could always shift to look like it, though," she whispers, shimmering her form to have her belly appear pregnant.