Convince the orc you are of no use

“Wa-wa-wait hold on.” You say stammering while standing to your feet. “Don’t you recognize me?” you hold your bound hands out acting as a boundary.

“Mmm? No?” the orc says clearly confused.

“Yer dealin’ with a dwarf, master orc. I’m nae ordinary gal with a fat rump! My people are masterful craftsmen. We make all kinds o’ stuff.” You're not much of a craftsman, but you're hoping the ruse will buy you some time.

“Stuff?”

“O’ course! Stuff! Like armor, weapons, ale you name it.”

“Okay you make stuff after breed?” the orc questions.

“I wish I could, master orc. Unfortunately, your child wouldnae survive the intense temperatures we dwarves forge at. Nor would it survive the potency of our ale! Twould be pointless to breed me.” You say looking up at him trying your best to display a smile of confidence. The orc thinks for a genuine minute in pure silence before he speaks again.

“Me talk leader; you stay. This lot to think.” The orc rubs his chin still clearly thinking over your offer. You overhear the orc say something to some guards outside the tent before he parts. You comfort Petra who still shakes in your arms and hasn’t stopped crying.