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She assured him it was nothing, then loosed a bomb: she was sick. Artyom simply gawked at her, wondering how she could fob an illness off in this manner, before he recalled their last brief talk of her potential pregnancy and how she shared that the early stages could make her feel like shit.

"Oh," he said simply, feeling at once a little sorry for her before - "oh!"

She went on to include that it good me a good sign and, with his smile having grown to mimic a Cheshire cat grin, the hunter could not reign the enthusiastic sweeping of his tail nor the flutter of anxiety in his belly. The excitement was short-lived, however, on noting his companion's obvious discomfort. "We can turn back if you wish," Artyom offered, "go another time?"