
Well, this was a predicament. Not a new one, mind, but a predicament nonetheless. Hold Me Tight knew better than to question how this had happened, she knew very well how. Instead, as she strolled through the swamp a little aimlessly, she tried to work out just how she felt about it. The last time she'd found herself expected she'd been expecting it, flowers had been involved, and maybe a little fermented fruit on her part. She'd gotten three lovely daughters out of that encounter, and she loved her girls, even some of them were a little...strange.
There was nothing wrong with strange.
This time around this were a bit less expected. Of course, she'd known there was a chance, there always was. There would be more babies, and she'd love them as much as she loved her girls. Whether Panic stuck around or not.