Redsand Canyon Double dip.

Is that not the technical term…? Towhee joked, shrugging. She wasn’t a medical doctor, though she abruptly wondered if there was a clinical term for this phenomenon. If anyone knew it, Aquene would.

The medicus confirmed the daily dosage and Towhee nodded her understanding. Okey dokey, doc. I’m gonna head back to the sparring arena now, if that’s cool. To observe, she clarified, just in case Aquene was about to give her the stink eye.

She was perfectly capable of fighting while pregnant, especially this early, but Towhee knew that wasn’t necessarily the overarching impression in Mereo. She didn’t feel any particular need to argue against it much. If everyone wanted to treat her like a fragile flower, then she would at least take the most of the pampering and rest.

Although, she thought aloud, imagine what cool weapons milk cannons might make in the pit.