[He's glad. She's... glad, that he is, but there's still a small, welling panic in her chest she can't account for, a sense of lingering wrongness in the body she had come to him in, but she'd never have worked up the courage as a jinba, still too scarred by her experiences with relations between her kind and man, so she cannot do a thing for it, her wavering gaze falling her legs, and where they yet tangle with his.
But the change brings to mind a drunken memory, a story he had told her once, of his brother and a stallion, and he'd said it merely words, she thinks, but the recollection is enough to frighten her, blanching slightly.]
I am in season, what if-
[Why hadn't she thought of this earlier, how foolish, how stupid to give in to instinct and loneliness and not think of everything-]
What if I am stuck like this, like that tale you told me-
[Apparently the idea of being stuck in a human body scares her more than actually being pregnant, but???]
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[He's glad. She's... glad, that he is, but there's still a small, welling panic in her chest she can't account for, a sense of lingering wrongness in the body she had come to him in, but she'd never have worked up the courage as a jinba, still too scarred by her experiences with relations between her kind and man, so she cannot do a thing for it, her wavering gaze falling her legs, and where they yet tangle with his.
But the change brings to mind a drunken memory, a story he had told her once, of his brother and a stallion, and he'd said it merely words, she thinks, but the recollection is enough to frighten her, blanching slightly.]
I am in season, what if-
[Why hadn't she thought of this earlier, how foolish, how stupid to give in to instinct and loneliness and not think of everything-]
What if I am stuck like this, like that tale you told me-
[Apparently the idea of being stuck in a human body scares her more than actually being pregnant, but???]