"Yes, I did. And you heard me. So we shall leave it at that, yes?" The devil laughs, and turns away again. "You will get used to that swollen belly quite soon, elf..."<br/><br/>The infernals march back into the darkness with a steady cadence of curses and threats called over their shoulders. Some of the threats are of pain... and others would make even a calistrian prostitute blush. Soon enough, though, the creatures fade back into the night, leaving you, Tyg, and Perlivash alone in the dryads' ring.<br/><br/>"Wow... she sure seems friendly..." Tyg spits in the direction of the devils before turning her attention back to you. "Umm.... is it just me, or are ya swelling up again already?"<br/><br/>Sure enough, your belly and womb have further expanded, and you look like someone getting to the latest parts of pregnancy. On top of that, you feel full... very, very full. The combination isn't exactly the most pleasant in the world.<br/><br/>The faerie dragon nods and motions towards the bed of vines that the dryads set up for you.<br/><br/>"Perhaps you should lay down and rest... I imagine you're in for a rough morning..."