[SierraHigh]

"Oh, no, definitely not." Not that Oliver would ever tell Freyne, but he was subtly happy that he hadn't been returned to Keanu's place. He tended to not like most gillions but there were some that were fairly reasonable such as Freyne seemed to be, although Oliver wasn't so sure about the idea of having to carry again. Even if it did mean his freedom, couldn't he just be captured again? None of this seemed to be playing out in his favor, but ultimately he doubted he had a choice in the matter. Oliver listened to Freyne continue, and he wasn't sure whether he should feel bad for the gillion or not care at all. His species had ruined earth, had nearly decimated the human race. Why should he put any effort into caring about Freyne's cause? Despite his thoughts, he wasn't stone cold hearted and he did feel for the guy, just a bit... but just because Oliver had carried this litter to term didn't mean he could handle more, right? "So you want me to do it," he frowned, one hand moving to press against the aching small of his back as the other rubbed over his low belly. "Do you have a chair or something?" he asked out of the blue, hanging his head a little. "What do you plan to do with this litter, the one I'm carrying?"