"I'm really sorry that your experience here was so terrible," Elder Miranda said gently, looking at Conan rather than me now. "I don't think I saw what I was doing... until my kids did something like this."
Conan didn't even bother to hide his disinterest. He tilted his head just slightly, looking bored. "Oh?"
"Yes. It might not mean much," she continued, "but I would like to get to know you. I've never really met an omega before... though I'm sure you don't feel the same."
"You're right about that," Conan said flatly.
Ouch. I couldn't blame him though.
"All I can do is give some advice as someone who's given birth twice. In your fourth month, you'll experience some extreme fatigue, so take care of your body," she offered, her voice softer.
"Sure," Conan muttered, still clearly ready to leave.
"And Levi," she turned to me, "make sure you take care of him well. Your pheromones are going to be the solution to almost every pregnancy complication. Your presence is essential."
