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the nausea was kicking back up by the time that eljay arrived. teya sat down hard with relief and refusal to vomit in front of him. the woman's eyes shut for a firm moment; her throat bobbed with a swallow meant to keep the bile at bay.
"i sick. have been sick in mornings for a week now. maybe two. can not keep food down often."
all of a sudden her eyes were brimming with tears. to say it out loud seemed to confirm things.
but teya was not ready to believe.
"ate old meat from the elk. maybe — i sick from that." her coolwater eyes regarded eljay with a wary hope.