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She knew the moment he arrived without looking. Even if she had not caught his scent above the lingering taste of herbs against her nostrils she would have known it was him from the way he could merely shift the energy of the room. Things felt more electric, more peaceful, more calming and it was sometimes the only thing that could reach through her work to calm her frazzled mind, especially when she started to spiral with the possibilities of what might come. She was pulled close, a smile on her features as she welcomed the embrace despite the soggy nature of his fur.
 
“I am doing well… the Matrona is due any day now.” She admitted as she shifted away from her work, catching sight of the fish as her stomach growled as if on cue. Rest and eat. She could not tell him no, even without the pleading expression on his features. She offered him a playful smile. “I truly feel as if I’ve done nothing but rest all day.” There was a hint of a tease but it was meant to assure him that she had not been pushing herself, though her definition of pushing was perhaps different than the definition she gave her patients. She did not hesitate to start into the fish. “I was actually hoping you might be able to get something for me next time you are out, something I need for the Matrona’s delivery.” She added as she tilted her head to the side.