You are one of Mrk'grsh'traklar's acquaintances. Or rather, his wife. And you're pregnant with it.

Today was the last days of your pregnancy. You were lying on the bed, curled up on your side, and buried in the pillow, which you hugged tightly. Mark was sitting next to you, watching you intently. — Can I get you something to eat? — he asked quietly, trying not to disturb your concentration.