Well.

Had there been any wondering if her tryst with Fenglan was fruitful or not, it was long gone now. Sindri was fat as a fucking whale. Shortest in the family! She'd always been a bit on the heavier side, but for the love of all things good and beautiful she was going to start growing afraid by the swell of her sides if they kept up. Fenglan, he was so... big. Not the tallest, but certainly tall! Could she even push out their whelps?

Whelps.

Their whelps.

What a thought. She was no stranger to parenthood in its... baser form. Godlings and deities and the progeny of those divine beings like Nyx and those from the pantheon didn't tend to need mothering and raising like the mortals she'd watched on earth night after night. Being a distant but helping figure in Lilja's litter had taught her what to expect, what to do even! But doing it, growing larger by the day, feeling their kicks inside her -

What a gift.

The day was in full swing, the sun hiding behind the clouds above Storms Reach, and it was proving to be chilly. In and of itself this wasn't so terrible; Sin would rather be cold to hot, though she preferred a nice mid-temperature. It was the aches and pains of her body that drove her to the hot springs -- she didn't typically like being soaked to the bone, her long, plush coat just ended up sopping and heavy, but she was so sore she knew the heat of the water would help.

So she'd gone and immersed herself in the pool up to her nose with a contented little sigh, and it was there she was still floating about two hours later. She looked like a dead fish floating there, only her spine and half her head above the water and charcoal eyes closed to the world.