Delyth blinked herself awake some hours later. She was holding hands with Spheal; that wasn't uncommon, but what was odd was that she felt a weight in her other hand. Spheal was still sleeping, but Delyth was conscious, conscious enough to know exactly what the Creator had rewarded their love with. She smiled. It looked like Spheal would be able to raise shells after all. "Spheal, hon." She didn't bother with nicknames when around Spheal, oh no. For one, the pokenymph's name was too short. For another, it was a beautiful name. She didn't need to mess with it. "Look what came while we were asleep." Her hand tightened around the shell in her hand, blue-green like herself with a brilliant orangey-gold chain. She knew Spheal held a shell, as well. One just as beautiful, one also born from their love.
For once Delyth was smiling instead of smirking, but then she pressed a kiss to Spheal's cheek. "Come on, hon!" she giggled, delighted by this new development. Shells, shells of her very own! She'd never had much of a motherly instinct before, but this was going to change things. She knew it.