If she wasn't already terribly aware that this woman wasn't human, that question would have been a big clue. "Well, yes... at least for a little while. Babies need constant attention when they're so little and helpless." It makes her wonder what's inside this woman's swollen belly, but her mind rejects that line of thought immediately, a protective measure against her own sanity.

"Yes, tradition." Her gaze flicks up into the woman's unrelenting stare at the mention of worshippers. Ah, she's a deity. That would explain the endless chills up and down her spine. "Oh, that's... wise of you. To want to know about your worshippers."

She can't maintain eye contact. It's a lot like staring into an unfathomable chasm. Look too long and your brain starts whispering, jump.

"My name is Adia," she offers politely. "What's, um... what do you prefer to be called?"