Lise was awakened by the wailing of a baby, and it took her oxygen-deprived, groggy mind a good while to realize what the cries signified, before her entire body jolted alert, and she abruptly widened her eyes.
When she saw the soft silhouette of a tiny, tender baby within a nest of silk floss, tears instantly welled up in her eyes as she hurriedly threw herself forward, longing to embrace yet afraid to do so, utterly at a loss.
"Why is he crying? Is he in discomfort? Could he be cold? What if he has caught a chill? What should I do? What should I do?" The panic of a new mother was on full display.
The Monarch said, "His emotions are filled with hunger; he must be hungry."
Lise immediately came to her senses, fumbling towards her own chest, only to grope around and realize she lacked that very thing.
She hadn't given birth normally; her pregnancy had been terminated two years ago, naturally not leaving her in a nursing state.