Redhawk Caldera The skies are always blue

As soon as Eljay had settled in, Maia let her forehead rest on his side as she listened to him talking, smiling at the way his fur rustled against her face. Perfect. She replied, the word only lightly muffled. He was always so warm!

Should we wait until we're sure? I'm pretty sure. But I guess I'm not sure sure. She wouldn't be sure sure until he was sure, or until she felt or could see the difference. Being tired was one thing, but it could always be that she just wasn't sleeping well? Once a doubt hopped in, it was hard to discredit it completely.

I'd hate to get their hopes up. How do you tell, when you can? She'd never actually asked that last year. A lot of his medic practices seemed like magic to Maia and this was definitely one of them. It seemed like, last year, he'd known before she did - probably because she'd been so freaked out about everything.