[SierraHigh]

"It's alright," Oliver nodded, allowing Will to feel about as he wished. It was relieving to know that he'd at least get along with both Will and Freyne, even more so Freyne since Oliver had been terribly worried that the gillions would have sent him back to Keanu. The deal they'd striked wasn't exactly in his best interest, but if it ensured his freedom in the end then he was in no spot to turn it down. "Never," he replied, stepping away to grab the shirt he'd tossed to the side earlier. "I've always been a laborer, I worked in the field and in some of the mines. I only got moved to the house when I was picked as a breeder." Oliver tugged the grimy shirt he had back over his head, smoothing it over the swell of his middle as best as possible despite it not being able to fully conceal his large pregnancy. "I guess Keanu was running out of well suited breeders, and he liked me as a laborer, so..." Oliver cradled his belly, hand pressed to the stretch of sore skin that was visible under his shirt. "I'm sure I'll be replaced within a few hours," Oliver continued as he waddled alongside the pair.