Hideaway Strath Eventually time moves on...

Stifling the urge to sigh, the halfling started to stop as she readied herself for what was likely to be a hostile interaction only to skitter a pace or two away as the dark she-wolf turned and emptied her stomach with a few heaves. "Nae need fer zat," the healer gently dismissed the apology, she had seen and smelt worse as a midwife, taking a moment to really drink in Whrist's appearance. Her moonstone optics widened as they fell upon the Specialist's bloated belly, her rose nose lifting as she sniffed in the raven's direction. 

The scent confirmed it for her, the realization hitting her with the force of a landslide. Holy shit, Whrist is pregnant.

"Vhrist.." she started hesitantly, recalling the woman's reaction to being told she was in heat. Aerin had warned her what it meant, surely the onyx femme hadn't disregarded her advice and just gotten knocked up without a whim or worry...at least, that was what the milkmother tried to tell herself as she eyed the subordinate's swollen bump. Maybe it was just worms and her nose was off today. 

"Do ye remember vhen I said ye vere in 'eat?" she decided to ask first, hoping she would be wrong as she held her next question at the ready -- a loaded gun she hoped wouldn't set the traumatized shadeling off.