"Eh?" Prometheus didn't really understand at first, watching Hades smoosh his cheek against his side, like he was trying to listen for something. Then it really sunk in, "Eh!?"

Pregnant?! Prometheus wasn't sure how to react - it wasn't unpleasant news, there was, after all, some expectation of possible pregnancy considering Hades fucked him senseless for a week solid during his heat, but after a while without feeling any different, Prometheus assumed they'd been incompatible in some way and it just didn't take. In fact, he didn't really feel all that different now. Though, should he? Prometheus didn't really know, considering Amaurotines had babies by just tossing them into an artificial womb and letting them develop that way. He had no frame of reference.

Besides, he'd lay an egg, right? So, after a while, he'd just, uh, what? Poop out an egg and then have to wait? That was kind of like an artificial womb, right?

"I can't... tell," Prometheus admitted, huffing quietly as he internally tried to shift through all the 'noise' of the Lifestream. He always struggled sensing tiny, or newborn souls, because of that. It was like trying to find a needle in a sandstorm, "It's too tiny. Does it feel fine?"