Phoebe
Phoebe smiled as Frey interlocked their fingers with hers. "I thought that was such a human gesture?" she lightly teased, harkening back to what they said of her taking their hand before.
Only one way to make babies. And boy did she know it. She was a midwife after all. "But it will be their child, of their blood, right?" she said, just double checking. It went against everything she knew of procreation, and though she trusted Frey wholly, it didn't hurt to reconfirm such things; especially when even the deity in the room had needed to pause to consider it. But the images they sent coursing through her mind made her face turn a dark shade of crimson, leaving her a bit shell shocked and unsure how to react.
Her hands dropped as Frey stepped away, her own hands falling to her sides. "Other means?" she said, head tilting to the side in confusion.
Only one way to make babies. And boy did she know it. She was a midwife after all. "But it will be their child, of their blood, right?" she said, just double checking. It went against everything she knew of procreation, and though she trusted Frey wholly, it didn't hurt to reconfirm such things; especially when even the deity in the room had needed to pause to consider it. But the images they sent coursing through her mind made her face turn a dark shade of crimson, leaving her a bit shell shocked and unsure how to react.
Her hands dropped as Frey stepped away, her own hands falling to her sides. "Other means?" she said, head tilting to the side in confusion.
The Honeysuckle Princess
