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*The tips of Nana's fingers twitches a little, it wasn't nearly enough. Nana groans a little, but only from the mental stimulas. Nana had eaten pleanty of late, to have a large cash of energy stored up, so the energy pulses would continue slowly. Nana's forehead would start to feel warm, the fever was starting to take hold*

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*Nana's breathing was easily taken back, by what primative functions her brain was displaying now. She seemed rather comatose. By now the fever had taken. The energy Mastema feeds to the energy core of Nana is gladly accepted, but nothing happens otherwise. The slow pulses every 20 seconds continue on, unhindered. A sound similar to a stomach growl is heard after the energy is fully accepted*

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*At least her breathing was steady if anything*

*Nothing would come of Mastema's aura feeding to Nana's core, accept perhaps an excelerated recovery sometime later. If Nana was to be compaired to a computer, then her current mental state could be considered to be in 'diagnostic mode'. Her heart functions started to take back under her own control, though a little slower and weaker then they'd been under Mastema's control. A slight pulse would ripple though both Nana and Mastema, from the child's supposed location. An undefined and unstable pulse, as the child was afterall still unaware of anything. As for the fever, it seemed uneffected by Mastema's attempts to quell it. Slowly her temperature would rise due to fever, too much and her systems may start shutting down again*

*Another day and night, of Nana being mostly unresponsive. If the child didn't survive, then there was likely to be a missing Zenogais for a while. Another pulse is felt 5 minutes after the first. If anything it showed the child was still developing and alive, for now. A tripple pulse is felt 5 minutes after that. At the current rate of growth, anyone would be able to tell Nana was pregnant in a few days. The core keeps accepting the energy its offered. With no stomach persee, there was no need for intestines either, or even a liver. There's wasn't much past a heart and lungs really, well that and an ever growing womb. In a way that made Nana and Mastema a little more alike, their differences from oh so many others. Finally her heart reaches a stable beat rhythem*

*Like a little blackhole, the child seems to gobble up all it can, to help itself. What else could it do but try and stay alive? Nana's fever would prevail however, and continue. Again, Nana was looking rather pale. When her eye lids are opened, her eyes are still glazed and her pupils are small and diolated*

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*There was more too it then simply Zenogais. Nana had started feeling ill long before she'd even left that day, only she'd never shown signs of it. Something else was going on, but what that was exactly would simply have to remain a mystery. Externaly, the coolness of Mastema's hand would effect Nana, but there was still internal strife aswell. The child would continue to feed reguardless. The efects from the fever cause Nana's cheeks to flush, but the pigment fades when she cools down a little*

*A bead of sweat rolls past Nana's ear, it was cool due to Mastema's hand. Hopefully with enough effort something possitive would happen... hopefully. The child latched onto all it could, in order to speed it's growth; Nana's energy, Mastema's energy, and anything else worth absorbing. If anything it was a veracious eater. A more stablized set of pulses would escape the unformed thing, and ripple through both Nana and Mastema's auras again. Nana's aura was a little more steady, but still her own energy was very little. Perhaps like a cold, Nana's body was trying to starve the source of the fever's food supply, to bad it wasn't doing wonders for the rest of her if it was*

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*It was still uncertain if Nana would keep the child or not, but at this rate she may not have a choice. Nana's head was cool, so instead the fever's heat tries to flare though her shoulders and neck. With all the energy, the child would soon enough take physical form, and probably start squirming about in a few days. By then, Nana would be better... wouldn't she?*

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