After reaching back to the treehouse, Kyra couldn't help but ask Damon, "When are we leaving? I can already feel summer beginning, and Vincent… maybe he's out of hibernation by now. He must be so anxious…" She began pacing around the living room, her mind racing with worry.
Lucas, watching her from where he sat, chuckled and said, "Ky-ky, stop. You're making me dizzy just looking at you. And don't forget, you've got little snakes in your stomach that need rest too."
Kyra froze at his words. Little snakes?
"Hey…" she walked toward them, her face a mix of confusion and anxiety. "What did you just say?"
Damon, noticing her sudden stillness, raised a brow. "What's wrong, little thing?"
"So… I'll lay eggs? Will my babies be born as snakes?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I heard snakes give birth in litters… will I lay a bunch of eggs too?"