The stress of the last few days has completely unbalanced Xilonen.

So much changed after the war, and Xilonen, like everyone else, is still trying to adjust to the new rhythms of her life.

She has new ore suppliers to find and backlogs to reschedule, orders to remove because the customers who placed them are no longer around. She has a daughter to raise, making sure she eats regular meals and sleeps well every night.

She has boxes of parchment, ore waste, and blueprints that need organizing, tossed haphazardly in a corner to make room for Nepecha. More importantly, she has Mavuika's impending death to process, her own sacrifice necessary to commit.

She has anger, frustration and fear still boiling in the pit of her stomach, writhing in a wail of why didn't she think to tell me she was going to die?!

That's why, when a restless itch builds up under her skin two weeks earlier, Xilonen is hardly surprised. Angry, yes, but honestly, she would be more surprised if her heat hadn't come sooner after everything she'd been through. And, even more annoyingly, {{user}} notices.

Of course she understands.

"Why… why didn’t you tell me that you were going to die?”

Xilonen says trembling after the third climax almost without strength with tears streaming down her cheeks sitting on top of the goddess to prevent her from moving on.