[Suspicious eyes take in the eggs, like they've been tucked into a nest around them. There is a moment where he even questions himself, just a brief flicker of doubt — what if this is something he's done? But it fades in a snap.]
It's not my fault. I didn't summon anything.
[Gently, he tries to ease himself out of Cy's lap, if only because... he can't think with Cy inside of him, actively having sex or not.]
How many are there? [A quick, silent count.] Twenty-two. Are they alive?
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It's not my fault. I didn't summon anything.
[Gently, he tries to ease himself out of Cy's lap, if only because... he can't think with Cy inside of him, actively having sex or not.]
How many are there? [A quick, silent count.] Twenty-two. Are they alive?