Odessa found herself worrying more and more about her well being and that of her children. She was inexperienced and ill prepared within mind and body. Her form still childlike, enough to worry her when the time came complications would arise. Imhotep had tried his best to assure her everything was fine. But even he couldn't shake that concerned look in his eyes. The same was for Novak. The Czech wolf dog, who's eyesight usually remained unburdened, was clouded with concern for his mistress, the woman who treated him nicely when pack protocol named creatures like himself below them. The medic remained happy on the outside, but there was a heavy sense of dread in her chest all the same.
She wandered around in the ruins silently brooding. Hoping to come across some interaction jsut to take her mind away from everything when what she really needed to do was talk about it and have someone experienced to tell her that her fears may not be anything to look at at all. Sitting down with a heavy huff on a fallen stone beam, the medic lean back against a standing wall and sighed. It was good to be off her feet after all.
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