Circil replies quickly, that, once the battle had moved from her domain, the elemental was freed from her control, and was back to its normal self. While there was a little damage, it was nothing she couldn't take care of, on her own.<br/><br/>Kamariel listens to his story, having pulled a chair over to sit in, while he talks, nodding and listening, not interrupting, despite a few questions... though those are quickly forgotten at the question he asks her. She looks shocked, and a little offended. "A child?<em>ME?</em>Do I look like the motherly type? Tch, I've got too many important things to take care of, now, to worry about a squalling babe, and carrying it for four months." She snorts in derision, and anyone but Draiss would believe her words entirely, though he can see past her masterful bluff and note the nestling of the seed of the idea; not yet sprouted, but not<em>entirely</em>unlikely.