[Redbane]

James blushed as Jataya explored the swell gently, "H-how long will this pregnancy last?"
"Well, not that long really... two days most likely. Growth happens in slow spurts for Elfein in the womb, most of it in the beginning, and then the rest when you rest," Jataya hummed, "I have some tea that will help keep you from-"
James paled and retched again without warning.
"Doing this?" james asked miserably.
"Yes," Jataya murmured, kissing the top of his head, "I know the feeling," he soothed, "it gets better..."
"If you don't mind my asking... how far along were you when you... miscarried?" James felt awful for asking, but he was curious.
"I was near due," Jataya murmured, lifting his shirt. James had missed the scar earlier, and now he wanted to cry as he realized what must have happened.
"They... they ripped..."
"Draklings are a menace," Jataya whispered.
"My god..." James' eyes watered and his fingers traced the scar absently, "what monsters..."