After Ilima's had his fill, He Ming starts to reach through the flap to retrieve the bowl before he's stopped by the question.

"It should stop in an hour or two. Does it hurt?" He can see that Ilima's body shape has changed beyond even the slight alterations during the breeding session. His hips are wider to ease birth, his chest is developing milk and swelling as a result, and even his thighs are slightly more full. With a slight frown on his face He Ming opens the kennel door and gestures for Ilima to crawl further out so he can be inspected.

He's still wearing surgical gloves, and the way he handles Ilima's body isn't much different from how he first gave him a physical exam. The only difference is that He Ming presses his fingers into Ilima's slick asshole, fingers probing inside of his passage.

"How does that feel?" he asks.