Grouse Thicket Truth be told

Nico obviously was having none of her "I'm fine" talk. At his words, she smiled again, eyes sparkling with a touch of mirth. "You may be right in that regard." She was simply stubborn, a warrior, and loathed, loathed to show weakness. Most women were, but she drove it, perhaps, to the extreme. This nausea, the previous cramps and headaches, they were irritating, annoying, but far from life threatening, or so she thought. No need to moan around all day, in her opinion. 

He questioned her again, what was wrong, and Aeronwyn considered telling him. Just a little, vague. Just to assure him that it was nothing more- she broke off from her thoughts as another wave of nausea hit, she slumped forward, barely registering his words. 

"Shit"

A single, clipped word, before her whole body buckled and she heaved out the contents of her stomach, which was painfully little but there all the same. She had no idea in which direction she vomited, only that she did, and it was horribly, horribly mortifying.  Here was Aeronwyn, Warlord, vomiting her guts out in front of the male she possibly-maybe fancied. Just a bit. Body racked by heaves, when it finally stopped she took a single, shaky step back before collapsing in a heap, desperately trying to compose herself, and quickly, utterly mortified and reeling from what she'd just done.