Phantom Hollow Surprise! Can I sleep over?

Reality was just slow motion punching her, for now she could see some of his wounds. A worried look took over her annoyed one, but it was clear that whatever had happened hadn't taken away his stoic traits. Fine, she would find out eventually. As stubborn as ever... She commented softly, but not in a mean way. She was just expressing her thoughts, because it seemed a bit busy upstairs in her mind. His sigh was like a soft summer breeze, just enough to cool someone down while they were sitting under a tree in the meadow, surrounded by flowers and the sweet scent of ripe berries. As he stepped closer, she just stood still, afraid of what might happen if she were to touch him, feel his body against her one more time.

It was then that the iron like smell of blood filled her nostrils, a sickening smell that she was beginning to hate more and more. Her headache was already pretty bad, at the memories that came with the smell of blood only made it worse. But she didn't flinch, or pull up her nose. She just watched him, confused, worried. You are wounded... It seemed that the stoic wasn't as unbreakable as he had made it seem, for the sparkle in his eyes seemed dull, almost like the one's of a dead rabbit. She wanted to comfort him, but she was too afraid to even touch him. Not here, not here where everyone could see them. But he was changing the subject again. 

While she wasn't totally sure if she was pregnant or not, all the signs said that she was. She was nauseous, dizzy, craved food more often. Plus, she felt it in her bones that she was indeed pregnant. So, she nodded. She didn't speak about it, anxious that there might be someone listening. Follow me... She sighed, turning and tossing her head over her shoulder to see if he would indeed follow her. Was this against the rules? Was helping one another bad if it could only be done by letting someone inside pack territory? Well then, a sinner she would stay.