In truth, she knew she should have expected as much. Colin had been nothing but ever predictable and Sanria knew that the moment after telling him what happened that she would be shadowed ever after. Though she'd been avoiding Thasmudyan anyway, Colin was there every time she turned around. Even as she bathed, he watched over her, his fear based motivations ensuring that so long as Thasmudyan remained, her time would not be her own. Colin had confessed his jealousy, his desire to be able to share emotions with her as Thasmudyan now could. There was simply no way to convince him that such a thing was not necessarily positive.
The good thing to come out of all was the fact that the encounter absolutely worked for her pregnancy. Leandra was growing by leaps and bounds, at times causing Sanria to need sleep immediately to accommodate the pace. Orn, too was getting bigger, suddenly going from a toddler into a little boy - looking every bit of five.
It was a mere couple of days before Leandra made her way into the world. It shocked Sanria deeply, for her recollections of birth and all that followed after were non-existent. She begged for Colin to go get Thasmudyan to make the pain go away, but Colin would not relent in his insistence that she had done this before and her body knew what to do. He was right.
Finally done with the pregnancy and birth, Sanria watched Colin's face closely. The big man was enraptured with his daughter, her tiny hands, her small noises - he was in love. "You like this... you really do..." Sanria said, watching Colin swoon over his newborn.
"Well, maybe... I mean... look at her."
They brought Orn in to meet his new sister and the Stone family sat on the large bed looking at their newest member. Ready to go back to his bed, Orn looked over from the comfort of his father's arms. "Now you make a brother, ok." Sanria shook her head with a chuckle. Leandra would be the last. She would make sure of it.
