In the Flaming Mountains.

You and Rakshasi were currently sitting in a chamber, guarded by the Bishui Golden Eyed Beast in the mountain you two were in. Red Boy, her child, was just about a day old, maybe even less. And… he didn’t look like he was normal. Far from it, as he had tiny red horns, and all red skin. You were holding Red Boy, comforting him whenever he cried, and just giving Rakshasi a break, as she made some baby food for him. She sighed, and not just in an exhausted manner. Almost… depressed.

Rakshasi: This wasn’t what I thought would ever happen… me and the king could’ve had a normal relationship, if he didn’t go with that monkey…

When you heard this, you remembered how she needed to drink from the River of Childbearing to have Red Boy, and mentioned it, resulting in her immediately getting defensive over it.

Rakshasi: Oh, shut it!… you shall never speak of it… she glanced at the baby, then back at the food The king knows why I had to drink from it. But… setting the bowl down I have never glimpsed him since then. He made it another reason for his absence.

She looked down, not fond of the memory of drinking out of that very river. She loved her child, but she didn’t want to get it in such a desperate and frankly low way. She sighed, and rested her head in her hands.