Swiftcurrent Creek the difficulty of Sundays

Had anyone told Alessia that the beginning of pregnancy involves so much vomiting, she surely would never have gotten herself into this mess. Between avoiding Kavik and having periodic break downs, it seems vomiting has become a full-time career for her. She can't seem to hold anything down — not even water.
Of course, this is worrying; she swears she can hear Rosalie's voice during moments of silence, chiding her for not taking better care of herself. Except it's not just herself now — it's herself and however many new lives are growing within her. She sighs, fighting another wave of nausea as she stares at the bile already pooled on the ground in front of her. Her throat hurts, and she's fairly disgusted — but more than anything, she's exhausted. She just wants to go to sleep and never wake up again.
Unfortunately, the universe (or her player, same difference) has other plans for her. Ruenna's slightly muffled voice startles her from her thoughts, sending a bolt of panic through her briefly. Her ears pin back slightly as she glances up, noticing immediately the root she carries. Hi, She greets lamely, casting a guilty glance toward where she'd vomited. She opens her mouth briefly as if to say more, but seems to change her mind, gaze drifting back to the root in the other's mouth as she waits for some sort of response.