Yunalesca's hands went instinctively to her stomach, clutching it tightly. Regardless of what her health was, the strange maternal instinct (or the most selfish instinct of protecting what was rightfully hers) taking over her. She didn't look at Q because she knew that he already knew that if she was cured, the baby would die.

". . . just give me peace for one night." She said icily, her mood sour.