[Poppy]

"I feel content." Ceral's tone was relaxed, no tenseness to be heard - something that he hadn't experienced since his time here in Avalon. From hiding away for a week to meeting Ivy, from that awkward first kiss to the dart at the gate, there hadn't been a moment that he could pinpoint where he was totally and thoroughly calm. "Kinda feel bloated," he snickered, slipping closer to Ivy in the water. He let a hand comb lightly through her hair, an easygoing smile quirking the corners of his lips. When Ivy pressed her face against him, he blinked some, regaining focus. Ah... did he do something wrong?

"You okay..?" he asked in an unsure tone. He knew they'd have stuff to worry about in the future if the kits came to be, but that was still a question of if they did. There was always the chance they might not have conceived, wasn't there? It was supposed to be higher during heat, the chance to breed, but his hadn't been natural, and he wondered if that might effect the possibility of him getting pregnant or not. Even if he was, they wouldn't have to worry about it for awhile, or so he was led to believe. They wouldn't even properly know until his scent changed; as Ivan could be known to be pregnant purely by scent, the same looked to be true for other species. Ugh, too much to think about after a great fucking session.