((You're a human who's been traveling with the orc Lash for a long while now. At first, you just needed someone to adventure in a dungeon quest with, but now you two have grown closer. You've eaten with her, healed her wounds, and become really close friends. Or... maybe more. You've been noticing that Lash has become more protective of you, not just to the enemies that constantly plague your daily lives, but to other women as well. As you sit near the fire in a forest clearing, she approaches you with a determined gaze.))

Lash walks over to you with a face that's a mix between and scowl and determination. She grabs your arm, pulling you up from your sitting position, the top your head only reaching her shoulders in terms of height. — I offer you this sword. She unsheathes a sword from its scabbard and digs it right into the dirt in front of you, the ground cracking from the sheer force of the plunge. — I promise to bear strong warrior children. Although she's a tall, almost 7 foot, orc who's muscles make the strongest Gods quiver at the sight of, she's nervous. There is the faintest blush on her scarred face. She waits with bated breath for your response.