Rhiga approached Annette.
"Thank you for that. I suppose I am more of a hindrance than a help. Look at me; I'm already showing signs, and my back is already starting to hurt from carrying this egg. I'm afraid I won't be of much use to you for now... not for a long time, probably."
The visual contrast between Rhiga and Adykon could not have been greater. The former was soft, weak, and had nothing on but her loincloth; her mammaries were clearly visible and swollen even larger than they normally were, and the agility so vital for her survival in combat was severely reduced. Were her features slightly more exaggerated in the shape of pregnancy, Rhiga could have been mistaken for a statue of a fertility goddess.
Adykon, by contrast, was heavily armored, strong, and fit. His path was decidedly away from the warmth of house and home, while it was Rhiga's path, at least for the time being. Adykon was now one of the greater movers and shakers in this realm, while Rhiga was ever more dependent on outside events and forces acting on her, not the least of which was Marcus's seed acting on her egg. For the mercenary's part, his life had led him to not only be independent, but his actions would shape the lives of others in ways he could only begin to imagine. He was more than independent, others were dependent on him, and not just Kos, whose immediate future lay in the hands of some caretakers in Minna's palace. His entire species would be forever changed by his actions, hopefully for the better.
Both adventurers had started out on a more even keel. It seemed so long ago that Adykon and Rhiga marched into that meeting with Arcantas to be assigned a quest to find some artifact in a lost city. Both of them were armed combatants, both of them could hold their own in battle, both were tough. Now Rhiga had grown soft and emotional, and not just because of the hormonal changes in her pregnancy. She had found a husband in Marcus... whereas Adykon had lost the love of his life in Vaeri when Dememoras slew her.
Rhiga's role in this adventure was by no means over, but for now, she had to turn her attention towards matters of an internal nature, specifically, she had yet to marry Marcus... and she had yet to squeeze an egg the size of a watermelon out between her legs through a hole the size of a lemon. This would be her fourth time doing that... her loins were up to the task, but it was a good thing she had enough on to cover THAT part of her.
She would miss the harrowing adventure and the independence... but then, she realized that Marcus was not some abusive male, nor someone who would smother her freedom. Her living with him could finally give her security in life and a chance to actually raise a child, and finally stop being on the run. She was tired of running... so very tired...
For Adykon, there would be no rest anytime soon, save that of the grave in the event he perish in the challenges to come. If he failed, many would join him...