"Oh, I did not mean now! It is late, I only remember the words." Myra waves a golden-nailed hand dismissively, apparently a little nervous to be misunderstood or stepping out of line.

Culture shock, language struggling and trying to make up for having been a living goddess for several years.

"Check would be good, yes. It has been long time now, but they say I am good. Strong. Baby, too. Others can feel kicks, now." She might have felt it for some time, but now other people could as well. At least the kid wasn't kicking her in the bladder yet. All in all, she had gone through surprisingly healthy trimesters for a 17-year-old girl.

If you don't count this horrible nausea.