Jade Fern Grove I'd only waste it again

her tongue swipes over her lips, steeling her stomach as it revolts with renewed vigour. "it's nothing—I'm sick," she says, wincing once more before moving forward once more. concentrating on it only seems to increase the saliva congregating in her maw, the speed at which her stomach seems to writhe. 

she looks to him, expression softening as she tries to convince herself that she is not, in fact, feeling the way she is. "it could be a good sign," she offers with a small smile, though admittedly, one she'd rather hoped she wouldn't experience. she inhales sharply, causing her chest to throb with hurt. today, apparently, is not her day.