It is very hard, and she deserves an accolade, for not elbowing Magni in the ribs right then. Unfortunately. It might give her some relief to the growing dread. Because she sorely recognises that tone. Maybe she'll bite her in a second instead and that will make her feel better about it.

"I'm not." She breathes, in brief explanation, "but the baby will be a giant like you." There's a little, self-pitying noise. "I am going to be carrying a little giant. I am going to look like that boar they brought in last hunt."

Fat, having to be rolled to be able to move anywhere.