When they're sure of themselves? What a sweet sentiment. Absently, she smoothes her palm along her 'belly', the touch affectionate... as if she really were an expecting mother. (It wouldn't be the first time she'd done it, truthfully--but that was a lifetime ago.)

"It changed colors. From orange to red and back to orange after the flames. It's always warm, now. Warmer than before." She looks to Lauralae. "Has yours changed at all?"

What they share is a strange thing. Life, death, and a dragon egg. Yet despite that, she feels on uneven ground when around the other, perhaps because the displays of power she's accustomed to hold no sway.

And that sentiment, it's as wild as she imagines Lauralae to be.