Hm... Those are astute questions. I suppose it would be the same as if we woke to find ourselves in giant eggs. The desire for air, the urge to stretch our limbs, the boredom inside and the courage to venture out into the world... One or all of these things could be driving the chick to escape its egg. Regardless, it will be ready; it was ready from the moment it decided to break down the only wall of safety it has ever known.

[ She looks away from the egg for a moment to smile at Dextera. ]

The egg has not hatched, and you already sound like a doting mother.