"Mana sponge?" Arla asked looking around the room.
"He is referring to me." Ikaris sighed and poured at Sol for using such a term. "More specifically, the baby."
"Is there something wrong with her?" All three women approached Ikaris basically brushing sol to the side like a dirty rag and surrounding her.
"Are you hurt?"
"Is the baby okay?"
"What happened?"
"H-hold on, one question at a time!" Ikaris looked at them consecutively as the questions of concern came at her faster than she could answer.
