"Of course, as a physician abiding by the Bondage Accords, I can't recommend a slave to have so many children. But then again, to repeat myself, Feligyptian catgirls are sturdy enough to bear with it. Though she might be much less active than before, but that goes without saying. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get some more paperwork. I'll return shortly." He took his leave without much fanfare.

As the minutes passed, a few harpy nurses came in to check on you two.

"So, guv," Cattleya meowed at you, "What d'you think of that medical practitio'er?"

"He's alright." You said. "I've seen worse." You had happened on a few bad ones in your old world. You were glad Nicodemus seemed to care.

"I don't know guv, he seemed bloody dodgy to me with how he went on about his 'trip to Feligypt'." Cattleya said, thinking more with her survival instincts than any semblance of politeness.

"Bigcatviolent..." One of Nicodemus' harpy wives chirped warily as she passed by.

"Oi, what about it?" Cattleya snapped.

"Scarykitty... problemswithdad? MasterSavanthungryforeatings?"

"I'll have something, thanks." You said, not questioning how she knew you were feeling peckish.

"Wha- uh," Cattleya doesn't seem to know how to respond, but then decides to follow your lead. "Yeah, well, a girl's gotta eat a good meal. Going on an empty stomach when knocked up isn't right, innit?"

The harpy lady squawked as she scurried away, then came back with a plate of cooked fish.

"... Nospeakingbadofdoctor. Doesnothingwrong... kind..." She said, almost pointedly, before hurrying away.

Other than that, there was nothing really to comment on. Nicodemus came back and Cattleya got her test results, revealing she was going to at least have...