Gale couldn't get what she had seen off her mind. What disturbed Gale most was the way the creature was able to get into her head. She could still hear the rasping hiss of its voice. She was brought from her thoughts by a fluttering in her stomach, this one heavier than the rest. Resting her hand on her stomach, Gale whined and curled herself into a ball on the cot. Broin, having been sitting on the floor beside her, looked over his shoulder. He had assumed she was asleep. "Gale, are you alright?"
When Gale heard Broin's voice, she nodded a little. "I'm fine," She mumbled. "The baby is moving," She added, shifting a little to try to get comfortable. Getting up off the floor, Broin joined her on the cot. Gale felt him lay down, his arms wrapping around her shoulders, drawing her back again
