A toilet flush signaled that Zephyr had finished her business. She walked out of the bathroom with a flushed face. "I hate morning sickness..." She said with a pitiful moan.
Sil was resting on Calvin's chest, in her human guise as so he won't roll over and squish her.
Dante meanwhile was training, punching a boulder of granite as his punching bag, with 50 lbs. of weight on his elbows and shoulders.