Roots and vines again spring up, knocking the birds away.

"I will not." That is a snarl or a growl and she crosses the room in an instant. "I have had enough. The child a part of him?" She doesn't touch either of them, vivid flashes of memory of her poor doomed park children setting off her temper and making it impossible to regulate the poisons in her body properly. "If you are with child, what's inside of you is it's own person. How dare you try and use it to try and bind some dull eyed boy to you."