Her body was covered in sweat, beside her stood a colt, his pelt matched the foals bastard father and his mane and tail matched Mura's. She could not tell if she hated the colt or loved it, she was not ready for children when she was raped and her motherly instincts tell her to love it, but when she looks at it Morty flashes into her mind.

She forces her body to stand up as the colt does, she lowers her head to the colt Beetlejuice she mutters, that is what she decided to name him. It probably would have been a more stoic name had he been born out of love, or even lust, but this bastard child did not deserve such a name.

Klaudius had been nothing but kind to her, he helped her back to Tephra even though she was not sure about returning. She left with no goodbye, and she only hoped she was still welcome in the kingdom, no matter if it was a short time. Her gaze trails to find his, she has found herself feeling safest when he was around Thank you....for being here... Her gaze falls, she felt like a victim, like a burden to him.