"My darlings... I just wish they weren't so heavy, they all tire dad out a lot..."

Priel murmurs, speaking only to her unborn babies, resting on a rock near the shallow water. The newt seahorse caresses its round belly, which was full of its young, it could not risk the lives of his beloved children, but the situation was delicate and it seemed impossible to escape.

He was exhausted and weak, pregnancy did this, I couldn't look for food anymore; If he still had a partner, his partner would This for him, but he was abandoned and had no one left to help him and his babies.